HeadBand (Coucheron Remix) - B.o.B/2 Chainz

Already got what

I rolled up in my left hand

P**sy on my mind,

Tighter than a headband

Kush in my lungs,

Got *** in my sweat glands

This sh*t 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 p**sy 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 f**k?

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 nigh

Oh, what a night

Yeah, she a bad b**ch, all jokes aside

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 a** down

Chop that a** down, chop,

Chop that a** down

All I want you to do is just drop that a** down

Drop, drop that a** down

Now look back at it

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 f**k with me,

That would be Nevuary

Dead-a** rappers should've came with a cemetery

I am so cold – ni**a like Ben & Jerry

Fill a ni**a, deal a ni**a, kill a ni**a, obituary

My vision blurry, these b**ches flirting

I've been drinking all night,

I think my kidney's hurting damn

So I close the curtains on the 62

Her a**'ll knock your a** 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

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

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 ni**a 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 b**ch, all jokes aside

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