[Intro]
Ah-hah a-hah! Ehehehehe
I'm just doin' my thang man
But they can't do it quite like me
'Cause they not like me
[Chorus]
I put my shoes on like ya, my shirt on like ya
My jeans on like ya, but I ain't nothin' like them
Put my shades on like ya, set my rims high like ya
Keep a bad bitch like ya, but I ain't nothin' like them naw
You - can't be - fly - like - me (ayyy) [3X]
'Cause you - just - ain't B.o.B
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Aight look
Jam out
I... pull up to the parking lot
Tinted windows on the car ain't stock
And you already know how I do it when I do it
When I hop up out the car they stop
Straight pimpin' in my LRG
Creative wreck on my feet
So ev'rybody looking at my toes as I creep
Quit lookin' 'cause you ain't got these
I talk it, how I, wanna, talk it
Y'all already know what the pen is for
Soon as I hit the club
Ev'rybody crabbin' on me 'cause they wish they was
I wish I could, go back when
Back when I didn't get too much
To show y'all haters how I came up
When y'all label it love
So I get fresher, deffer than you
You can't be me, don't thank you could
Yeah, Eastside, Ham Squad on deck
Straight up slangin' dat wood
Handle dat good; man you can have that back
Grippin' woodgrain like Cadillac
I see yo' Charger, bet mine's harder
Whippin' that black on black
Ah-hah a-hah! Ehehehehe
I'm just doin' my thang man
But they can't do it quite like me
'Cause they not like me
[Chorus]
I put my shoes on like ya, my shirt on like ya
My jeans on like ya, but I ain't nothin' like them
Put my shades on like ya, set my rims high like ya
Keep a bad bitch like ya, but I ain't nothin' like them naw
You - can't be - fly - like - me (ayyy) [3X]
'Cause you - just - ain't B.o.B
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Aight look
Jam out
I... pull up to the parking lot
Tinted windows on the car ain't stock
And you already know how I do it when I do it
When I hop up out the car they stop
Straight pimpin' in my LRG
Creative wreck on my feet
So ev'rybody looking at my toes as I creep
Quit lookin' 'cause you ain't got these
I talk it, how I, wanna, talk it
Y'all already know what the pen is for
Soon as I hit the club
Ev'rybody crabbin' on me 'cause they wish they was
I wish I could, go back when
Back when I didn't get too much
To show y'all haters how I came up
When y'all label it love
So I get fresher, deffer than you
You can't be me, don't thank you could
Yeah, Eastside, Ham Squad on deck
Straight up slangin' dat wood
Handle dat good; man you can have that back
Grippin' woodgrain like Cadillac
I see yo' Charger, bet mine's harder
Whippin' that black on black
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