HeadBand (Feat. 2 Chainz )

[Verse 1: B. o. B]

Already got what I rolled up in my left hand

Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband

Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands

This shit I'm on, better than the next strand

Than the next strand, better than the next strand

She head down, booty poppin' in a headstand

I shine bright, I'll give your girl a slight tan

I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man

I don't even understand why she'd ever want a man

If she ever throw it, I'll catch it like a quarterback

Like like a quarterback, that's an interception

You think I give a fuck? That's a misconception

Oh, what a night? oh, what a night?

The roof is on fire ? so what, I'm high?

Oh, what a night? oh, what a night?

Yeah, she a bad bitch, all jokes aside

[Hook: B. o. B]

Aye, look at baby over there

Wassup? Lil' mama come here

She started talking, but I really couldn't hear her

?Til she started dancin' like she do it in the mirror

Like she do it in the mirror

Like she do it in the mirror

She broke it, bounce, body movin' like Shakira

Like she do it in the mirror

I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down

Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down

All I want you to do is just drop that ass down

Drop, drop that ass down? now look back at it

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Whistling Dixie?

In middle school I was getting head on a ten-speed

Gigolo bloodline, pimping hereditary

Black on 28s, it remind me of February

Dare you could fuck with me, that would be Nevuary

Dead-ass rappers should've came with a cemetery

I am so cold ? nigga like Ben & Jerry

Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary

My vision blurry, these bitches flirting

I've been drinking all night, I think my kidney's hurting (damn)

So I close the curtains on the 62

Her ass'll knock your ass out, you'd better stick and move (true)

Chain hang to my ding-a-lang

Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-lang

To do a threesome, you've got to intervene

Her legs so sexy when I'm in between

[Hook: B. o. B]

Aye, look at baby over there

Wassup? Lil' mama come here

She started talking, but I really couldn't hear her

?Til she started dancin' like she do it in the mirror

Like she do it in the mirror

Like she do it in the mirror

She broke it, bounce, body movin' like Shakira

Like she do it in the mirror

I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down

Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down

All I want you to do is just drop that ass down

Drop, drop that ass down? now look back at it

[Verse 2: B. o. B]

She do it like she do it in the mirror

Be cautious, the booty is bigger than it appear

She speed it up and slow it down like she's switching gears

I'm lookin' for the baddest one here

I tell her like do that there, do that there

You've got to stretch it out, girl, move that there

She bent it over and touched her toes when she took that there

Like hut-one, hut-two, girl, who back there?

Who back there? I'm back there

I could take a step back and sip my cognac there

Picture-perfect body, that's a Kodak there

Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat stair

I'm like oh, what a night? oh, what a night?

The roof is on fire ? so what, I'm high?

I'm like oh, what a night? oh, what a night?

That's a bad bitch, all jokes aside

[Hook: B. o. B]

Aye, look at baby over there

Wassup? Lil' mama come here

She started talking, but I really couldn't hear her

?Til she started dancin' like she do it in the mirror

Like she do it in the mirror

Like she do it in the mirror

She broke it, bounce, body movin' like Shakira

Like she do it in the mirror

I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down

Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down

All I want you to do is just drop that ass down

Drop, drop that ass down? now look back at it