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HeadBand (feat. 2 Chainz)

B.o.B

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

B.o.B - HeadBand ft. 2 Chainz [Official Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
B.o.B
B.o.B
Vocals
Ty$
Ty$
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Lyrics
Clarence Montgomery III
Clarence Montgomery III
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Mikely Adam
Mikely Adam
Songwriter
Stanley Cox
Stanley Cox
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin
Tyrone Griffin
Songwriter
B.o.B
B.o.B
Songwriter
Ty$
Ty$
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kory Aaron
Kory Aaron
Assistant Mixing Engineer
AJ Clark
AJ Clark
Assistant Engineer
Adam Catania
Adam Catania
Assistant Engineer
Finis White
Finis White
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Mixing Engineer
Mustard
Mustard
Producer

Lyrics

Mustard on the beat (yeah, Bandz) Already got one, rolled up in my left hand (in my left hand) You on my mind, tighter than a headband (than a headband) In my lungs, got g-ga- in my sweat glands (in my sweat glands) This shit I'm on, better than the next strand (aye) Than the next strand, better than the next strand (aye) She head down, booty poppin' in a handstand (Bandz) I shine bright, I'll give your girl a slight tan (woo) 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'd catch it like a cornerback (like a cornerback) Like a cornerback, that's an interception (interception) You think I give a fuck? That's a misconception Oh, what a night (yah), oh what a night (yah) The roof is on fire (yah), so what, I'm high (yah) I said, oh, what a night (hey), oh, what a night (hey) Yeah, she a bad bitch, all jokes aside (woo) Hey, look at baby over there (over there) Wassup? Lil' mama, come here (come here) She started talkin', but I really couldn't hear (ha) Until she started dancin' like she do it in the mirror (whoa) Uh, like she do it in the mirror (do it in the mirror) Uh, like she do it in the mirror (whoa) She broke it down, started movin' like Shakira Uh, like she do it in the mirror I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (down) Chop that ass down, chop chop that ass down All I want you to do is just drop that ass down (yuh) Drop, drop that ass down, uh, now look back at it (2 Chainz) Whistlin' Dixie Middle school, I was gettin' h- on a ten-speed Gigolo bloodline, pimpin' hereditary Black on 28's, it remind of February Day you can fuck with me, that would be Neveruary Dead ass rapper should a came with a cemetery I am so cold, nigga like Ben & Jerry Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary (tell 'em) My vision blurry, these bitches flirtin' I've been drinkin' all night, I think my kidney's hurtin' (damn) So I closed the curtains on the 62 Her ass'll knock your ass out, you better stick and move (true) Chain hang to my ding-a-ling (what?) Chain hang, chain hang to my d-a-ling (yeah) To do a threesome, you gotta intervene (intervene) Her legs, so sexy when I'm in-between (woo) Hey, look at baby over there (baby over there) Wassup? Lil' mama, come here (come here) She started talkin', but I really couldn't hear (ha) Until she started dancin' like she do it in the mirror (woah) Uh, like she do it in the mirror (do it in the mirror) Uh, like she do it in the mirror (woah) She broke it down, started movin' like Shakira Uh, like she do it in the mirror I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (down) Chop that ass down, chop chop that ass down All I want you to do is just drop that ass down (yuh) Drop, drop that ass down, uh, now look back at it (hey) She do it like she do it in the mirror Be cautious, that booty is bigger than it appears She speed it up or slow it down, like she's switchin' gears I'm lookin' for the baddest one here, I tell her like Do that there, do that there You gotta stretch it out, girl, move that there She bend it over, touch her toes when she toot that there Like, hut one, hut two, girl, who back there? (Who back there?) Who back there? I'm back there I could take a step back and sip my cognac there (cognac there) Picture-perfect body, that's a Kodak there Now make a nigga feel welcome, like a doormat's there 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, oh, what a night" That's a bad bitch, all jokes aside, there she go" (woo) Hey, look at baby over there (over there) Wassup? Lil' mama, come here (come here) She started talkin', but I really couldn't hear (ha) Until she started dancin' like she do it in the mirror (woah) Uh, like she do it in the mirror (do it in the mirror) Uh, like she do it in the mirror (woah) She broke it down, started movin' like Shakira Uh, like she do it in the mirror I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (down) Chop that ass down, chop chop that ass down All I want you to do is just drop that ass down (yuh) Drop, drop that ass down, uh, now look back at it
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Stanley P. Cox, Mikely Wilhelm Adam, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Bobby Ray Simmons Jr., Clarence Montgomery Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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