Lyrics B.o.B – The Elephant
Text:
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
Say my name bitch
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
Say my name bitch
Say my name bitch
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
Say my name bitch
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
Say my name bitch (Incredible, you know)
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
Say my name bitch (Incredible)
I’m a monster, call me sasquatch
I put the Mac down, she give me laptop
I said I lay the pipe, leave her with a quote
Niggas ain’t got water, they Wells Fargo
You let her play with ya but I ain’t bout the drama
I hit the baseball bat, my blunt force trauma
Blowing in the wi-blowing in the wind chilling
They can’t handle this shit, Bob Dylan
I’m top notch nigga, you the bottom tier
If I tear the tear drops you’ll be the bottom tier
Yeah, I hate to be blunt
Elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
The momentum of this party can only increase
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
B. Boy claiming that they got water, asalamalakum
Silence the potato, drop cheese and then I bake ’em
And then I, and then I dodge the bacon
Drop a half of onion on the heat, sautee ’em
To money I’m no stranger
Turn the top upside down, it gets stranger
The deposits I make, that’s Cassius
You wanna box? UPS package
Niggas careers in jeopardy
Bob’s the answer, don’t question me
Look I hate to be blunt
Elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
On my release, that’s date rape
Your album’s duct tape, Scrooge McDuck face
Yeah I’m running shit, got the shows flow
Yeah it’s halftime but you a whole hoe
Talking four quarters, your girl wanted my balls
So I quarter, buzzer beater and all
She drank my pickle, said she picky
So I took the bitch to Piccadilly
Eating pussy in Connecticut, I got poor etiquette
When I leave a town, bitches walk bowl legged
So hate all you want
Elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
The momentum of this party can only increase
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
M-M-M-Masterpiece
The design of this rhyme is a masterpiece
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front
Elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front
In the front-in the front, in the front-in the front
Elephant in the room
No room, trunk in the front
