Lyrics B.o.B – I Still Love You
Text:
(Because I know
Somewhere, deep down in my heart
I still love you)
Even though you counted me out
No hard feelings though
(I still love you)
Let’s get the liquor though
‘Cause we about to take shots
For you cyber niggas and all you cyber thots
We gon’ take shots
No hard feelings though
(I still love you)
Let’s get the liquor though
‘Cause we about to take shots
I ain’t talkin’ name tags when I rip your whole label
360 deals, sting you, turn a nigga to a dreidel
This shit I picture, niggas can’t channel like scrambled cable
On demand like the man in advance in advance
So high, I never land
Feelin’ like Peter Pan
Ha, I clap at you, give you a hand
I hear hip hop’s on life support
Real rappers on vacay, I’m the last resort
I’m talking, my epitaph will be a paragraph
The money come first, that’s why none of you niggas last
Tommy gun with the hunnid round drum
Blow the horn play these imbeciles
Nigga I put the fun in funeral
Sleepin’ on me is bad for your back
Niggas, niggas said they had bars, I snicker
Chitlin Circuit how I’m shittin’ on niggas, let’s take shots
Even though you counted me out
I still got love and I’m shoutin’ you out
No hard feelings though
(I still love you)
Let’s get the liquor though
‘Cause we about to take shots
For you cyber niggas and all you cyber thots
We gon’ take shots
No hard feelings though
(I still love you)
Let’s get the liquor though
‘Cause we about to take shots
Yeah, for all you bitches throwin’ subliminals
The impact is minimal
Please stay off of my genitals, I’m a general
They don’t fuck with you bitches in general
In case you forgot, I administer shots like a sinister doc
Not pop, but a kernel that pop corns when needed (Uh)
You my bastard child, the pop secret (Huh)
What you poutin’ about?
If I pay your momma’s rent, watch your mouth in my house
These niggas overrated like procreation (Uh)
Clappin’ all night, standin’ ovation
Yeah, when I emerge it’s an emergency
Niggas think they Fresh Prince, don’t make me pop a wheelie
Yeah, green with envy, that’s Martian
Yeah, it’s April, these fools marchin’
Yeah, biggest song had my name in it
I don’t know if it was you or if my name did it
Let’s take shots
Even though you counted me out
I still got love and I’m shoutin’ you out
No hard feelings though
(I still love you)
Let’s get the liquor though
‘Cause we about to take shots
For you cyber niggas and all you cyber thots
We gon’ take shots
No hard feelings though
(I still love you)
Let’s get the liquor though
‘Cause we about to take shots
