Текст песни Publicity - B.o.B

Oh yea
Aww yea
Oh yea
Aww yea

I never understood why it's two type of niggaz
I never blend in wit one
How you gon be a two woman type of nigga
If you don't know what to do with one
How you get mad if I send a invite
And she don't refuse to come
How you send shots at a nigga like me
Then get mad when I got the gun
Fuck the who's-who I'm a hooligan
Bobby Bands I'm the ghoulish one
I try to live the life of the Buddhist monks
But debauchery is too much fun
Bobby Two blunts cuz I'm too too blunt
She toxic as hell ima call her DuPont
I ain't fucking baby mamas, big Unc fucking aunts
Ima bout to roll me up an ounce! Runtz!

Bitch! This ain't no publicity stunt
I ain't got no reason to flaunt Bitch
This ain't no-This ain't no-This ain't no-
This ain't no-This ain't no topic for brunch
I do this shit once!
This ain't for publicity
They like what's gotten into me
Ain't got no symphony
Fuck all my enemies yea
Ignorance is bliss I bring hell! Yea!
These rappers privileged so fake and so timid like
"Ooh my opinion might blemish my image"
Apologies from me is what you ain't getting
You kitten is smitten yo misses be missing me
Fuck a pension I ain't penny pinching
Call my CPA he like "please stop spending"
I'm B.o.B a motherfucking legend are you kidding?
They said I'd never have a hit again and I did it

I never understood why it's two type of niggaz
I never blend in wit one
How you gon be a two woman type of nigga
If you don't know what to do with one
How you get mad if I send a invite
And she don't refuse to come
How you send shots at a nigga like me
Then get mad when I got the gun
Fuck the who's-who I'm a hooligan
Bobby Bands I'm the ghoulish one
I try to live the life of the Buddhist monks
But debauchery is too much fun
Bobby Two blunts cuz I'm too too blunt
She toxic as hell ima call her DuPont
I ain't fucking baby mamas, big Unc fucking aunts
Ima bout to roll me up an ounce! Runtz!

You never put that shit
Nathaniel!
Ima bout to scoop me up a couple Topangas
Fuck the game from this angle - this angle
This angle yeah
My bitches love when them titties dangle
Can you speak our Lingo

You can't trap me in the web ima sniper
I'm the spider and the fly
I look fly in the spider
Why do mother fuckers love pets
But when I act a animal they get upset
What the fuck you respect
Down to die for respect
K.o.t.s. that's the set
Had it up here, to my neck
Aim for ya head it connect
Mr. Yappington still rappington
Brinks truck backing in
To the bank I'm cackling Ha!

Oh yea
Awww yea

Fuck the game from this angle-this angle-this angle ya!

Oh yea
Awww yea

Fuck the game from this angle-this angle-this angle ya!