HeadBand

HeadBand - B.o.B/2 Chainz

Already got what

I rolled up in my left hand

P**sy on my mind,

Tighter than a headband

Kush in my lungs,

Got *** in my sweat glands

This sh*t I'm on,

Better than the next strand

Than the next strand,

Better 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 p**sy 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 f**k?

That's a misconception

Oh, what a night

Oh, what a night…

The roof is on fire

So what, I'm high?

Oh, what a nigh

Oh, what a night

Yeah, she a bad b**ch, all jokes aside

Aye, look at baby over there

Wassup? 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

Like she do it in the mirror

Like she do it in the mirror

She broke it, bounce,

Body movin' like Shakira

Like she do it in the mirror

I chop one, chop two,

Chop that a** down

Chop that a** down, chop,

Chop that a** down

All I want you to do is just drop that a** down

Drop, drop that a** 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 f**k with me,

That would be Nevuary

Dead-a** rappers should've came with a cemetery

I am so cold – ni**a like Ben & Jerry

Fill a ni**a, deal a ni**a, kill a ni**a, obituary