[Intro] [ x2 ]
I'm that nigga X3
And I'm clean, that machine
Super cool, super mean
[Verse 1: T.I.]
You already know
I'm the hottest nigga you heard in a long time
Introducing you to the hottest nigga you've heard in a long time
Mega pimp, super clean, the coolest in the universe
Niggas hatin' on what he doin', just mad cause they ain't do it first
His name pop up when you hit "playa" on ya Google search
Bitches bow they heads and bend they knees, just like they do in church
Drop dough into a purse, before you get into a skirt
She agree to do the work, before she get into the purp
'Til my pine box drop down into the dirt
I'mma be by far the hottest nigga known to the earth
In the air I fly can't compare, my swagger to another rapper don't you dare try
Anyone wit a pair of eyes can look and see, no legacy, will ever be, next to me or nothin' near by
Though I invite you all to try, ay, I'mma a fair guy
Just approach with caution, be aware, cause I don't share my...throne
My crown I own, hottest flow on any song I'm on I'm gone nigga!
B.o.B you up next baby
Grand Hustle Niggaaaaa!
If I ain't the hottest nigga on the mutha fuckin universe, I guess I'll just have to do 'til he get here nigga!
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Here I go
I'm that nigga that you heard about through word of mouth
They probably said I change the music in the dirty south
Now that the word is out
The timing is perfect now
To take all these hypocritical rumors and burn em down
If you observe the doubt you would see what they worried bout
They say I sound like Dre when I'm rapping my verses now
Honestly, I could give a fuck what you blurtin' out
Point blank,I'm in the game...rockin' my jersey now
So just accept me or don't pay me no mind
Either way you gonna be hearin' me all of the time
Whether on Greg street, or 107.9
Or on yo favorite rap blog, on yo rap website
And if that ain't right, then show me straight to the judge
Just like Bryan Nichols I ain't spittin', nothin' but slugs
Venomous blood in my veins
Chemicals up in my brain
Yes I resemble a criminal
B.o.Bizzle, you ain't fuckin' wit mane!
Ahhh!
[Outro: T.I.] + (B.o.B)
Okay, you got that (I'm gone, mayne
I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man)
Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man
I ain't really wanna make you look bad, really, honestly)
Ay, man, aye man that laughing, that laugh is natural
Because I'm literally amused by your sentiment
I mean if you really feel that, know what I'm sayin
That the likes of the second verse can even
Slightly compare with the immaculate (Hahaha)
Then I must take a chuckle...Hahaha
You know what I'm saying, but never no mind
(We can have em blog about it)
Absolutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge
(You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it)
B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog
(Which could be the better acronym for the song)
But you know what either way it's Grand Hustle!
Hahahaha (Ah-haha)
[Chorus until fade]
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