We Still In This Bitch (remix) Lyrics - B.o.b.

Mike Will on the beat you know I'm killin' this shit 

Just left the 'sace store you know I'm killin' this fit 

Yeah we get the broke knob bro, ain't tryna to get fixed 

It's the remix killer, yeah I'll kill ya remix 

Whassup! 

I'm in my zone I'm feeling it 

Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it 

So buy another round; they tried to shut us down 

About an hour ago, but we still in this bitch 

We still in this, we still in this bitch 

We still in this, we still in this bitch 

Turn this shit up loud, and buy another round 

They tried to shut us down about an hour ago, but we still in this bitch 

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I can do this shit all night cause I can stay up 

That Rollie pull your bitch on sight, that's a lay up 

I blew about a 40 last night, that's a Jacob 

Had her face on my Givenchy jeans, left her makeup 

Nigga I been running this for bout 8 straight summers 

I got mine off the stove like the chef at Benihana's 

Nigga this is my year, fuck whoever don't like it 

See that 2014 outside? Yeah that's my shit 

I took a trip out of town, brought a hundred things on 

I seen Jeezy in the club, he had a hundred chains on 

Just left the 'sace store, you know I'm killin this hit 

It's the remix killer, yeah I'll kill ya remix 

Whassup! 

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They said, "Bobby slow the flow down, you're burning all the dro down" 

I tear the fucking club from the ceiling to the floor down 

And I ain't talking dancing when I tell them it's a hoedown 

And now she getting low down, that ass getting tore down 

Cause we still in this bitch 

There's a glass in my hand, I ain't spilling this shit 

I hop out the fucking coupe like it really ain't shit 

Man come to think about it, niggas really ain't shit 

I go tough, I go stupid 

And I get brawlin' baby, I beat that coochie 

Now go and throw them legs up, let's make a movie 

She asked me can she get it from the back? Absolutely bitch, absolutely 

Ok I'm still in this bitch, I'm killin this bitch, lame ass ho, ain't feeling that chick 

Man I'm like a big turd on the ground, and y'all are like flies come get on this shit 

I'm emptying gauges, hit 'em in faces, blow a nigga body in different places 

Man a nigga Young Dro still in this bitch, it's been a long time, that nigga courageous 

I'm raw, period, pussy nigga fearing it, calm down Dro, ain't goddamn hearing it 

Nigga got caught well then I'm goddamn clearin' it up, nigga what's up? Feeling it? 

Layin' in the bed, getting head by Hilary, check my strap, check my artillery 

Me and B.o.B. and GDOD, rollin' up the wrong way feelin it 

Testatosa; burnin' these fuck niggas just like Sosa 

And I'll fuck your bitch on the sofa, in this bitch, please close the door sir 

I'm a lion boy I go rahh-rahh 

Desert Eagle clip up in this bitch and that thing go pow pow 

I'm Yo Gotti but I think I'm B.o.B., got bricks on bricks on C.O.D 

That check's on deck, them cars on deck, that cocaine on delivery 

I'm in my kitchen I'm cooking it 

Bitch want a plane ticket, I'm booking it 

CMG that muscle gang, TIP that Hustle Gang 

Brand dick all in what's her name, never gonna mention no buster name 

Got wordplay like that Rosa gang, make one phone call that get a bus of caine 

That Forbes list, shoulda been on it, niggas talk beef but really don't want it 

I doubt it if you batted, I pull up and jump up out it 

Burn faith no mad dome, check your wise cracking 

Left the tech to see exactly, lick the shells, try to count it 

Last seen in an Audi, turn a million for a bounty