BLOWWWW BLOOOWWWW [B.o.B - Rap Verse] Just while then Shades on my face Eyes on my kicks Lights on my face Speakers gon' blow Speakers got bass Bottles
us, if stuck up is what you call it, cool, Oooohh you shoulda seen when I came down in that, black on black, Plus it's gator, haters face down on the
they can't touch us If stuck-up's what ya call it cool Ooh, You shoulda seen when I came down in that Black on Black Gata hataz face down on the mat Splat
holy wars have taken place I saw the sun set watched it travel down And tear through the ground The hate the drives us Needs to be stopped [Chorus] A billion faces
The armageddon is near Eyes open wide to face it Life surrenders as ever The end brings us back down to earth I wanna ride beside the darkest reaper
Sun falls down on us But all lights won't fade away Colder than your last words The air's just freezing my face Needless to say There's no dead-end through
feel so happy Then you said you had to go What?s wrong? Baby I need to know But now is the day I wish you could come back to make us true But you?re
we walk, in the path That leads, to the light Shining down, on this great beyond Thoughts ignite us, let love unite us Then turn your face to the
ray of hope sent down from above rap: yo Marice: break it down for me allright The Boys chillin' wit Earth, Wind and Flames they asked us to sing a
the way you feel, shows on your face- and no matter,how you try to hide it'll state your case- Now a frown will bring your Sprits down to the ground
Still we walk, in the path That leads, to the light Shining down, on this great beyond Thoughts ignite us, let love unite us Then turn your face to the
and order I'm try'n' to change this water to wine Never mind your name, just give us your number, mm Never mind your face, just show us your card
[feat. Freck Billionaire] [Verse 1: Fabolous] Having nothin' was the worst, now it's the best of everything They used to tell us no, now it's yes to
fucking Heisman Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges They call me funeral they call us [? ] Face on point they should call us
QB's Na, she ain't stepped in blood, those are Lou B's We don't follow, unless you lead us into VIP When they know your face, they don't need to see
Should Respect This Game If Not Then Exspect This Bang But All This Wreckless Slang It Dont Effect Us Man They Build You Up To Break You Down It's Jus
got the flames But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer I believe in god, but my true religion Is stuffin big faces down in these ??