Bobby Ray Simmons (born November 15, 1988 in Decatur, Georgia, USA), better… Read Full Bio ↴Bobby Ray Simmons (born November 15, 1988 in Decatur, Georgia, USA), better known by his stage name B.o.B, is a Grammy Award-nominated American rapper, singer, producer and conspiracy theorist, signed to T.I.'s Grand Hustle Label and Atlantic Records. In 2007 he released his debut EP, Eastside, and has since released another EP, 12th Dimension, and five mixtapes. His debut album, B.o.B Presents The Adventures of Bobby Ray, was released in April 2010 and debuted at #1 on the Billboard 200. The first single from the album, Nothin' on You featuring Bruno Mars, peaked at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. The album spawned two further hit singles including international smash airplanes and Billboard hit Magic. The album has since been certified Gold by the RIAA for shipments of over 500,000 copies in the US.

The first single from B.o.B's second album is Strange Clouds. It features Lil Wayne and according to the Strange Clouds Songfacts, it "is 3 minutes 47 seconds of bass heavy bragging.". The song was released on October 3, 2011.

Grip Yo Body
B.o.B Lyrics

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Jump out yo body I got my blicky
I'm screaming fuck how this shit go
My 9 my bitch and ill get freaky with her
Ima finger fuck my hoe
These FN bullets they come from rifles
They piercing through yo car door
Run with that sack like number thirty four
Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo

Aye turn the lights off we don't need em
I got some shiny on my wrist
Fuck niggas Bms for no reason
Then I check 'em off my list
These hoes be creeping on they own
Niggas dying behind this shit
So what the fuck I look like
Running round here tripping over a bitch
I jump in the coupe and you know it's push start
I roll up some cookies and it came out a jar
I roll up a wood while you stuffing a gar
My boy popped a bean and I'm leaning off bars
Don't think this shit sweet cause we flipping ya car
Ya talking that shit it won't get ya too far
Not know in the world in my hood ima star
Feel like i be spitting these niggas not hard
These nigga be slow I just pick up the paste
Then pick up ya bitch and go fuck on ha face
Lil bitch wanna lay up I can't I gotta play
My mind on the green and my gang BCA
I hit me a lick and I'm gone to the A
I feel like the Klan cause I'm counting up K's
I'm hard on a bitch I won't give her a hey
Unless she sucking some dick or bringing a play
I'm serving a P when I'm clutching my stick
My foot on they neck and designer my kicks
They thought I was out but I'm bussing down bricks
I been in trap and been plotting on some licks
Got the drop on a opp cause I'm fucking his bitch
I'm straight from the gutta yea straight from the sip
You play with the gang we gone end this shit quick
Just try to run off see how slimy shit gets
Jump out yo body I got my blicky
I'm screaming fuck how this shit go
My 9 my bitch and ill get freaky with her
Ima finger fuck my hoe
These FN bullets they come from rifles
They piercing through yo car door
Run with that sack like number thirty four
Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo
Aye turn the lights off we don't need em
I got some shiny on my wrist
Fuck niggas Bms for no reason
Then I check 'em off my list
These hoes be creeping on they own
Niggas dying behind this shit
So what the fuck I look like
Running round here tripping over a bitch
I play my role
These hoes gone play you to the left
That's if you let 'em I play along
She come drop that head off then I'm gone
No text reply DND my phone
No text reply DND my shit
Say you got exotic nigga that ain't it
Middle fingers to a nigga or a bitch
Yea
Green beam on yo head like a LED
She got dumb brain call it GED
How you stepping but calling on JPD
I don't give a fuck tell em SMD
I hop out of the whip with a SMG
Swing this bitch with no caution you DIE
Get yo bitch cause she can't get enough of me
You want smoke let's get it
It's up with me
Want smoke let's get it we want it all
Nigga we can meet up and have a standoff
All these rack in my pockets can't carry no wallet
This money keep holding my pants down
I can give you some knowledge got Bo's of exotic
We get it and shipping it through the town
You can call twelve the feds or whoever
Let them bitches know it's man down if you
Jump out yo body i got my blicky
I'm screaming fuck how this shit go
My nine my bitch and ill get freaky with her
Ima finger fuck my hoe
These FN bullets they come from rifles
They piercing through yo car door
Run with that sack like number 34
Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo
Aye turn the lights off we don't need em
I got some shiny on my wrist
Fuck niggas Bms for no reason
Then I check 'em off my list
These hoes be creeping on they own
Niggas dying behind this shit

So what the fuck I look like
Running round here tripping over a bitch

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to B.o.B's song "Grip Yo Body" depict a person who is assertive and confident in their actions. The repetition of the line "Jump out yo body I got my blicky" suggests a fearless attitude and a readiness to confront any challenges or threats. The word "blicky" is slang for a gun, indicating that the singer is armed and prepared for any situation. The lyrics also touch upon themes of power, control, and loyalty.

The line "My 9 my bitch and ill get freaky with her" can be interpreted metaphorically, with the "9" referring to the gun as a loyal and reliable companion. This line also signifies the singer's willingness to take risks and engage in reckless behavior if necessary. The reference to "finger fucking" the hoe suggests a level of dominance and control over their personal relationships.

The lyrics also touch upon violence, with references to rifles and bullets piercing through car doors. This portrays a dangerous and potentially deadly environment. The line "Niggas dying behind this shit" emphasizes the high stakes and serious consequences of the actions and lifestyle depicted in the song.

Overall, "Grip Yo Body" portrays a character who is unafraid to assert their power and dominance, willing to take risks and engage in violent behavior, and not concerned about trifling matters such as relationships or the opinions of others.

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Written by: BCA Ealey, Michael McGee

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