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[Ad-Libs] [Verse] B.o.B, uno is my numeral They said that hip-hop was dead, I must have missed the funeral But see what happened was they started assuming stuff 'Cause I ain't think the bible's gon' get here soon enough I like thick hoes that like to get their botty rubbed So when I am in a room with her that's what I do to her I send her ass to Jupiter, stretch her uterus And when I'm through with her, man I put my boot in her (oh!) Ha, see y'all can miss me with that silly shit I'm finna ride for my hood, I ain't Benedick I go extra extra hard, I ain't finna quit I'm in this thang for the bread, I ain't into friends And yeah I spit it off the brain, I ain't in the pants And no I can't pretend my nigga, I'm genuine Okay, so let me tell you what I'm interested in Big fat ass buds of kush and your twins