Lyrics B.o.B – Fly Like Me
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Intro
Ah-hah a-hah! Ehehehehe
I’m just doin my thang man
But they can’t do it quite like me
Chorus
I put my shoes on like ya, my shirt on like ya
My jeans on like ya, but I ain’t nothin like them
Put my shades on like ya, set my rims high like ya
Keep a bad bitch like ya, but I ain’t nothin like them naw
You — cain’t be — fly — like — me (ayyy)
3X
Cause you — just — ain’t B.o.B
B.o.B — talking over second half of Chorus to start
Aight look
Jam out
I… pull up to the parking lot
Tinted windows on the car ain’t stock
And you already know how I do it when I do it
When I hop up out the car they stop
Straight pimpin in my LRG
Creative wreck on my feet
So ev’rybody looking at my toes as I creep
Quit lookin cause you ain’t got these
I talk it, how I, wanna, talk it
Y’all already what the pen is for
Soon as I hit the club
Ev’rybody crabbin on me cause they wish they was
I wish I could, go back when
Back when I didn’t get too much
when y’all label it love
So I get fresher, deffer than you
You cain’t be me, don’t thank you could
Yeah Eastside, Hemp Squad on deck
Straight up slangin dat wood
Handle dat good; man you can have that back
Grippin woodgrain like Cadillac
I see yo’ Charger, bet mines harder
Whippin that black on black
Chorus
B.o.B
Ah ha, a-hah! Yeah… look
Well I ain’t nothin like y’all
Stay fresh from Winter to Fall
And y’all already know how I move when I move
when I come through the do’ they pause
Lookin fresh in my Moschin’
With them Academik jeans
With them Oakleys on my face
I can see you but you cain’t see me
Cause I walk it, how I, wanna, walk it
Y’all already know I’ma let them hang
Soon as I hit the stage man
I get thangs shakin like a 8 point 8
And to this day, I don’t play
I came from the struggle so I’m ’bout my pay
I want them marble countertops
Forget them paper plates!
Cause you not me and I’m not like you
A whole bunch of real players in my crew
But nowadays e’rybody so fake
that you can only trust a few
Think I’m talkin ’bout you? Well then I probably am
If the shoe fit put it on yo’ foot
Yeah, Eastside, Hemp Squad on deck
Straight up slangin that wood
Chorus
Outro
(I hear you talkin) I hear you talkin
(But I really don’t hear a thing) Naw
(So keep on tryin) Keep on tryin
(But you don’t be nuttin like me) Ha ha ha ha
(I hear you talkin) I hear you
(But I really don’t hear a thing) Naw
(So keep on tryin) Keep on
(But you don’t be nuttin like me) Nah
(I hear you talkin) Ha ha ha
(But I really don’t hear a thing) That what they do?
(So keep on tryin)
(But you don’t be nuttin like me) They just try
(I hear you talkin) Keep on
(But I really don’t hear a thing)
(So keep on tryin) Yup
(But you don’t be nuttin like me) Nah
You cain’t do it man, that’s just how I do it
B.o.B, I’m nuttin like you you nuttin like me
Ha ha ha ha
Ahhh, wooooooo!