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B O B Grand Hustle Kings

his feet and down to the shoes up Can you... like it, I could kill you if you're doing that A reminder for those of you who forget Here's the king...

feet and down to the shoes up Can you... like it, I could kill you if you're doing that A reminder for those of you who forget Here's the king... bout

feet and down to the shoes up Can you... like it, I could kill you if you're doing that A reminder for those of you who forget Here's the king... bout

can't make pole position Classy, chasis, can't hold the transmission Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle

[B.o.B - Verse 1] Soon as I enter you know who it is-a it?s the representer from the East side of Atlanta that?s known as Decatur I got my own lane but

'll Don't get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah idol b? You don't idol me? shit why you listenin? No rims o

Lingerie I'm the T.R.U.T.H when it comes to the B.E.D.R.double O.M(x3) girl i'm the truth let me show yo--ou let me show me what i'm bout girl bout

Let's give it to 'em baby Grand Hustle nigga, Aye man they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh? Yeaaaa It's the king bitch Aight

Class E chassis can't hold the transmission Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven [Black Thought] Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle