B.o.b.

Creme De La Creme


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I go Willie B., I go Harambe
I go Mutombo, Dikembe
Get that lewinsky, Will Smith pay, Independence day
No Scientology, I know my geography
Roll up these collard greens
I came up from poverty, now fuck off my property
F*** off my, my property, fuck off my property
My property

I don't notice them, them, creme de la creme
I don't fuck with them, creme de la creme

And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)
I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)
And if I ever leave this place again (creme de la creme)

I got my own lane
Since i was a kid I was a grown man
I don't need no new friends
Funny how they smile and they grin
True colors are hiding within
It's easy to slide and pretend
When you at a disquise of a friend
Wonder would she ride if i wasn't in a 500 benz
I don't know I don't get the shit
Why fuck with hoes that ain't interested
Smoke all your weed drink all your liquor and snapchat the shit like it's christmas gifts, goddamn
Shit, I know 'cause i witnesed it
It's all about how they leave your life
It's never about how they entered it (creme)

I don't notice them, them, creme de la creme
I don't fuck with them, creme de la creme

And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)
I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)
And if I ever leave this place again (creme de la creme)