B.o.B - The Elephant (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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B.o.B - The Elephant (en) Lyrics
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Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob,
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
(Say my name bitch)
I'm a monster, call me Sasquatch
I put the Mac down, she give me laptop
I said I lay the pipe, leave
her with a quote
Niggas ain't got water,
they Wells Fargo
You let her play wit ya but
I ain't bout the drama
I hit the baseball bat,
my blunt force trauma
Blowin' in the wi-bl-blowin'
in the wind chillin'
They can't handle this shit, Bob Dylan
I'm top notch nigga,
you the bottom tier
If I tatted tear drops you'd
be the bottom tier
Yeah, I hate to be blunt,
elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
The momentum of this party
can only increase
The design of this rhyme
is a masterpiece
B. Boy claiming that they got
water, as salaam alaikum
Silence of potato, drop cheese
and then I bake 'em
And then I, and then
I, dodge the bacon
Drop a half an onion on
the heat, sautée 'em
To money I'm no stranger (Ha)
Turn the top upside down,
it gets stranger
The deposits I make, that's Cassius
You wanna box? UPS package (Woo)
Niggas careers in jeopardy
Bob's the answer, don't question me
Look I hate to be blunt,
elephant in the room
On my release date, that's date rape
Your album's duct tape, Scrooge
McDuck face (Huh)
Yeah I'm running shit,
got the show's flow
Yeah it's halftime but you a whole ho
Talkin' four quarters, your
girl wanted my balls
So I quarter, buzzer beater
and all (Huh)
She drink my pickle, said she picky
So I took the bitch to Piccadilly
Eatin' pussy in Connecticut,
I got poor etiquette
When I leave a town, bitches
walk bowlegged (Ha)
So hate all you want,
elephant in the room
In the front-in the front, in the
front-in the front (Yeah)
In the front-in the front, in the
front-in the front (Front)
Elephant in the room, no room,
trunk in the front (Yeah)
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