Bob - Still In This b**h (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy] Mike Will on the beat you know I'm k**in' this sh** Just left the 'sace store you know I'm k**in' this fit Yeah we get the broke knob bro, ain't tryna to get fixed It's the remix k**er, yeah I'll k** ya remix Wha**up! [Hook: B.o.B] I'm in my zone I'm feeling it Stop blowing my buzz quit k**ing it So buy another round; they tried to shut us down About an hour ago, but we still in this b**h We still in this, we still in this b**h We still in this, we still in this b**h Turn this sh** up loud, and buy another round They tried to shut us down about an hour ago, but we still in this b**h [Young Jeezy] I can do this sh** all night cause I can stay up That Rollie pull your b**h 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 n***a I been running this for bout 8 straight summers I got mine off the stove like the chef at Benihana's n***a this is my year, f** whoever don't like it See that 2014 outside? Yeah that's my sh** 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 k**in this hit It's the remix k**er, yeah I'll k** ya remix Wha**up! [Hook] [B.o.B] They said, "Bobby slow the flow down, you're burning all the dro down" I tear the f**ing 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 a** getting tore down Cause we still in this b**h There's a gla** in my hand, I ain't spilling this sh** I hop out the f**ing coupe like it really ain't sh** Man come to think about it, n***as really ain't sh** 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 b**h, absolutely [Hook] [Young Dro] Ok I'm still in this b**h, I'm k**in this b**h, lame a** 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 sh** I'm emptying gauges, hit 'em in faces, blow a n***a body in different places Man a n***a Young Dro still in this b**h, it's been a long time, that n***a courageous I'm raw, period, p**y n***a fearing it, calm down Dro, ain't goddamn hearing it n***a got caught well then I'm goddamn clearin' it up, n***a 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 f** n***as just like Sosa And I'll f** your b**h on the sofa, in this b**h, please close the door sir I'm a lion boy I go rahh-rahh Desert Eagle clip up in this b**h and that thing go pow pow [Hook] [Yo Gotti] 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 c**aine on delivery I'm in my kitchen I'm cooking it b**h 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, n***as 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 [Hook]