Bob - Pissin On Your Ego lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.] Automatic bullet flow Uzi, Calico Ladies man, Yeah, but to that p**y I'm a bully tho Beat it, eat it, let it go Retarded, stupid, silly tho This city been on life support I'm gonna get out and k** it tho Really tho, off the chain Getting it, doing heavy things Stuntin out the frame Still to bust a n***a cabin mayne God like charlemayne In the A the hottest thing Ever hit it, ever did it, most these n***as garbage mayne I ain't finna front, n***a lame if you ask me I'm way in the front, run sh**, no athlete Pa**ionly, n***a watch my smoke as I go and get money to the top I go Tell you get dough, n***a stop I know the housekeeper get more Now come and mop my floor [Hook] Sittin' up high, small money we don't see no Stupid, dumb fly ask yo b**h, n***a she know n***a know my stylo, swagg on G O sh**tin on yo pride n***a pissin'on yo ego We be pissin' on yo ego, pissin' on yo ego We sh**tin' on yo pride n***a pissin'on yo ego We be pissin'on yo ego, pissin'on yo ego s**a hate it, we know but we pissin'on yo ego [Verse 2: B.o.B.] I'm back up on my rap sh**, you ba*tards got it backwards Got it twisted and exaggerated Stretched out: elastics You n***as ain't on my radar! I bypa** n***as, no gastric I pull up front in that monster truck And I park that sh** Jurra**ic Got a drunk b**h on my mattress Doing backflips, gymnastics She holding on to that monkey bar Yelling out my name: no ad-libs n***as get mad at us for what? We live out life at the after-party Don't come at me with that ego sh** I piss on that like a port-o-potty This beat is retarded so therefore my flow is autistic Come on down to Bobby's World You and your friend oughta visit Flow like I'm on a mission So there is no competition It's looking like hunting season And we in the slaughter business [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] Ball hard: pavement Broads in amazement Large money talking, I ain't gotta make a statement My impatient grind, I'm taking mine I ain't finna wait for mine Anybody wanna shine, I suggest you wait in line I'm chasing dime paper But for these haters I don't break a stride Defecating on your pride, make you commit suicide Do or die, who am I? Bullet hit the Bulls-eye I'm doin' my thing, Say I ain't my n***a you a lie Do it by the hood, I grew up to say what's up And all the real n***as know me, I don't need no introduction Bulletproof truck with a couple cute s*uts in the back Doin everything I ask for a wrap whats that They handle that and I stroke that cat so good I get my money back [Hook]