B.o.B - Good Nigger Sticker (Freestyle) lyrics
[B.o.B - Good Nigger Sticker Freestyle lyrics]
Oh Bobby oh Bobby
Oh God, oh Bobby
These are the chronicles of a black magician
Left the rap business
Made some plaques with an
Unthreatening black image
But that's finished, you niggas
Still ass kissing, catfishing
Before I was rap fishing
I had visions of mostly
Millions and packed buildings
Everybody's depressed, no happiness
It's sad when you find out
The world is trash, inn'it?
(Wa-wait till they discover it's flat)
If I ever made me a movie and casted it
You wouldn't have to be
A dysfunctional black family
Or single and sad, or sell crack to act in it
The crooked enslave you, you sending prayers
Like Sky Daddy blessing black people
With good behaviour like
"You're a good nigga
(yeah) , you're a good nigga (yeah)
Here's a gold sticker"
And I swear it's folks going through my house
When they know I ain't home
It be your own people
You don't know what I'm on
Chopped it up with Shawty Slim like
Nigga pick up the phone
Stayed up till 5am just to finish this song
You ain't gotta say "Let's get it"
Bitch I got it i ain't gotta dumb it down
They just gotta catch up
I don't need boy scout, bad bitch
I ain't a tiger cub fuck you and your entire
Club, fuck you, bitch, i'm fired up
I'm the whole entire plug
The way I drive fuck my tires up
Game over, nigga, time's up, me and
My bitch, fuck your bitch, ayy
You ain't know she was with the shit, ayy
Yeah, we some thots, no kids, ayy
Whoa, I'm high as fuck, just a sip, ayy
Bobby Ray Bandz, I'm the shit, ayy
Fake niggas keep jumping ship
How good does good get?
There's more to life than being hood rich
You ain't on what I'm on
You ain't on what I'm on
You ain't on what I'm on
Chopped it up with Shawty Slim
Nigga pick up the phone
Chopped it up with big rich
Nigga pick up the phone
Chopped it up with TJ
Nigga pick up the phone
Chopped it up with B-Side
Lived the real street life
Chopped it up with Playboy Tre
Pick up the phone chopped it up with London
Chopped it up with Havi
Chopped it up with Jacques
Chopped it with the money
Chopped it up with TIP
Chopped it up with Rocky
Chopped it up with Tech N9ne, nigga
Who gon' stop me? Niggas know I'm mobbin'
Niggas know I'm not playin' what's her name
What's her name? Could it be Roxxanne?
Niggas know I'm the bomb, woah, kemosabe
Racist white people look at me like Bin Laden
How many crisis actors out
Hear rapping today?
How many dick appointments can she
Make in a day?
Young guys think they're cold as can be
But even triple OGs get old in the knees
Always knew niggas was gon' wake up
Ain't shit to worry 'bout if you
Ain't trying to opress us
The whole hotep club, the whole no flex club
But, if you had the money, buy a Rolex club
(hotep hooray)
Gotta be broke, to be woke, no check club
(ho hey) no sex, no neck (ho, hotep hooray)
No neck, no sex, no sex (ho hey ho)
How much clout? How much clout? How much?
How much clout make that ass come out?
How much clout make them titties come out?
How much clout? How much clout?
How much clout make you fakers
Take a bow? Game over
Oh God, oh Bobby
These are the chronicles of a black magician
Left the rap business
Made some plaques with an
Unthreatening black image
But that's finished, you niggas
Still ass kissing, catfishing
Before I was rap fishing
I had visions of mostly
Millions and packed buildings
Everybody's depressed, no happiness
It's sad when you find out
The world is trash, inn'it?
(Wa-wait till they discover it's flat)
If I ever made me a movie and casted it
You wouldn't have to be
A dysfunctional black family
Or single and sad, or sell crack to act in it
The crooked enslave you, you sending prayers
Like Sky Daddy blessing black people
With good behaviour like
"You're a good nigga
(yeah) , you're a good nigga (yeah)
Here's a gold sticker"
And I swear it's folks going through my house
When they know I ain't home
It be your own people
You don't know what I'm on
Chopped it up with Shawty Slim like
Nigga pick up the phone
Stayed up till 5am just to finish this song
You ain't gotta say "Let's get it"
Bitch I got it i ain't gotta dumb it down
They just gotta catch up
I don't need boy scout, bad bitch
I ain't a tiger cub fuck you and your entire
Club, fuck you, bitch, i'm fired up
I'm the whole entire plug
The way I drive fuck my tires up
Game over, nigga, time's up, me and
My bitch, fuck your bitch, ayy
You ain't know she was with the shit, ayy
Yeah, we some thots, no kids, ayy
Whoa, I'm high as fuck, just a sip, ayy
Bobby Ray Bandz, I'm the shit, ayy
Fake niggas keep jumping ship
How good does good get?
There's more to life than being hood rich
You ain't on what I'm on
You ain't on what I'm on
You ain't on what I'm on
Chopped it up with Shawty Slim
Nigga pick up the phone
Chopped it up with big rich
Nigga pick up the phone
Chopped it up with TJ
Nigga pick up the phone
Chopped it up with B-Side
Lived the real street life
Chopped it up with Playboy Tre
Pick up the phone chopped it up with London
Chopped it up with Havi
Chopped it up with Jacques
Chopped it with the money
Chopped it up with TIP
Chopped it up with Rocky
Chopped it up with Tech N9ne, nigga
Who gon' stop me? Niggas know I'm mobbin'
Niggas know I'm not playin' what's her name
What's her name? Could it be Roxxanne?
Niggas know I'm the bomb, woah, kemosabe
Racist white people look at me like Bin Laden
How many crisis actors out
Hear rapping today?
How many dick appointments can she
Make in a day?
Young guys think they're cold as can be
But even triple OGs get old in the knees
Always knew niggas was gon' wake up
Ain't shit to worry 'bout if you
Ain't trying to opress us
The whole hotep club, the whole no flex club
But, if you had the money, buy a Rolex club
(hotep hooray)
Gotta be broke, to be woke, no check club
(ho hey) no sex, no neck (ho, hotep hooray)
No neck, no sex, no sex (ho hey ho)
How much clout? How much clout? How much?
How much clout make that ass come out?
How much clout make them titties come out?
How much clout? How much clout?
How much clout make you fakers
Take a bow? Game over