Strange Clouds Lyrics – B.o.B feat. Lil Wayne
Strange Clouds is a song performed by American hip-hop artist B.o.B. The single is produced by Cirkut and Dr. Luke and features rapper Lil Wayne. It is the lead single from B.o.B.’s forthcoming sophomore studio album Strange Clouds. The track of the same name sold nearly 200 thousand digital copies during its first week. It also debuted at position 7 on the US Billboard Hot 100. The Strange Clouds music video isn’t available yet, but the official audio has been listened to by over 4 million 775 thousand YouTube users. You may join them right away by clicking the play button below. The Strange Clouds lyrics are displayed here, as well. Listen, read, and comment how you liked the track!
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B.o.B feat. Lil Wayne – Strange Clouds Song Words
Oh you already know what we gonna do
Verse 1: B.o.B.
Well if you guessin’ it’s me, you guessed correctly
I just stay with a stallion, you would swear I was an equestrian
And um, I’mma hit her with that pipe, call that Nancy Kerrigan
Stay on the greenest greens, call us vegetarians
You be on that minor league, but we smoke professionally
I do my job exceptionally, on point like a decimal is
The way I ride on the beat man
I beat every street, it’s done so effortlessly
Yeah, so these niggas can’t sleep on me, there’s no Inception in this b-tch
I’m top chef, you top ramen, I’m top shelf
No last call, to the bartender, what you got left?
Pour it up, don’t stop there, hold your cup, take a shot, yeah
All night we celebrate, cause we everywhere and you not there
All we do is pour it up all night, drinks out
(That’s all we do)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Verse 2: Lil Wayne
Uh, blue jeans, I’m faded, mindin’ my own data
Smokin’ on that strong, that Arnold Schwarzenegger
It’s Tunechi Lee, you bi-ch you
You hot as a igloo
Kick back on that Glock, call that Jiu Jitsu
Hello world, I’m with a yellow girl, number two pencil
These rappers is washed up, spin cycle, rinse you
My nigga, all day, all night, half-pipe
I dive in that p-ssy, ya I belly flop, I jack knife
And sh-t, tell my homies that I say it’s a party
Yeah, got that tech for technical difficulties
I’m top dog, you top ramen, I’m top dog
Piru, gangsters, outlaws!
Young Mula baby
B.o.B. f-ck with me!
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Verse 3: B.o.B.
Well ain’t no question, yes, it’s B.o.B., yes definitely
Up in the studio, I got all my necessities
Look, if you want that real sh-t, you made the right selection
I’m Decatur till I die, yes I rap that definitely
They say I’m a celebrity, what the f-ck’s a celebrity?
I guess I must invest in the proper form of protection
And I say it’s a curse, but it’s been mostly a blessin’
To a nigga from the hood
Tryin’ to aim for the top, I didn’t even need no directions
I just wake up then I roll up the purp
But these niggas wake up on my d-ck, at least have some breakfast first
Nigga keep your nourishment first, and your mind on my lyrics
Cause what you hopin’ to accomplish, I already did it