• Title:Headband
  • Artist:B.o.B.;2 Chainz
  • Album:Underground Luxury
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    Headband (feat. 2 Chainz) - B.o.B.
    Already got what I rolled up in my left hand
    Pussy on my mind
    tighter than a headband
    Kush in my lungs
    got ganja in my sweat glands
    This shit I’m on
    better than the next strand
    Than the next strand
    She head down
    booty poppin’ in a headstand
    I shine bright
    I’ll give your girl a slight tan
    I make that pussy whistle
    like the Old Spice man
    I don’t even understand
    why she’d ever want a man
    If she ever throw it
    I’ll catch it like a quarterback
    Like like a quarterback
    that’s an interception
    You think I give a fuck
    That’s a misconception
    Oh, what a night
    The roof is on fire
    so what, I’m high
    Yeah, she a bad bitch
    all jokes aside
    Aye, look at baby over there
    What's up Lil’ mama come here
    She started talking
    but I really couldn’t hear her
    Til she started dancin'
    like she do it in the mirror
    She broke it, bounce
    body movin’ like Shakira
    I chop one, chop two
    chop that ass down
    chop, chop that ass down
    All I want you to do is just drop that ass down
    Drop, drop that ass down
    now look back at it

    Whistling Dixie…
    In middle school I was getting head on a ten-speed
    Gigolo bloodline, pimping hereditary
    Black on 28s, it remind me of February
    Dare you could fuck with me, that would be Nevuary
    Dead-ass rappers should’ve came with a cemetery
    I am so cold – nigga like Ben & Jerry
    Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary
    My vision blurry, these bitches flirting
    I’ve been drinking all night
    I think my kidney’s hurting damn
    So I close the curtains on the 62
    Her ass’ll knock your ass out
    you’d better stick and move true
    Chain hang to my ding-a-lang
    Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-lang
    To do a threesome, you’ve got to intervene
    Her legs so sexy when I’m in between
    but I really couldn't hear her
    I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down
    Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
    She do it like she do it in the mirror
    Be cautious, the booty is bigger than it appear
    She speed it up and slow it down
    like she's switching gears
    I’m lookin' for the baddest one here
    I tell her like do that there, do that there
    You’ve got to stretch it out, girl
    move that there
    She bent it over and touched
    her toes when she took that there
    Like hut-one, hut-two, girl, who back there
    Who back there? I’m back there
    I could take a step back and sip my cognac there
    Picture-perfect body, that’s a Kodak there
    Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat stair
    I’m like oh, what a night
    oh, what a night…
    The roof is on fire so what, I’m high?
    That’s a bad bitch, all jokes aside
    What's up? Lil’ mama come here
    She broke it, bounce, body movin' like Shakira
    Drop, drop that ass down… now look back at it