Fuck Em We Ball B.o.B (Ft. Spodee)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Man I go so dumb I should get a check for disability
Im a fucking lunatic you a liability
Don't know who you dealing with
Balling like I'm dribbling
Diabolic dialog
Flossing like some gentlemen
Gentleman and a scholar
Let me just pop my collar
I could make them throw they hands up
Throw they hands up like clock work
You should come to my concert
You should come see my tour
Man I go so berserk
Baby and the crowd go so bizarre
You're a bore you're a dork
Oh my lord I'mma snore
How depressing are my doors
How reflective are my floors
How impressive is my record
How seductive is that whore
I know exactly what she's after
No matter what happens she still want more
I am the captain she's on board
I'm finna tap them vocal chords
Take the rest of class she gon take that course
If she act wrong she gon walk that board
Hit her with the broom like a household chore
End of the show there's no encore
Lawyers on call all day 24
You ain't got to ask no "what's that for"
So tell me what the fuck you waiting for
I'm faded off of all these shots I pour
Of course she Juicy like Couture
Got booty galore, galore
Good lord