Lyrics:
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause
B.O.B
Bombs over Baghdad (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you
Bombs over Baghdad (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you
Bombs over Baghdad (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you
something
Bombs over Baghdad (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless
B.O.B., baby, the fuck do they mean
I miss you niggas, let me speak the truth
I know they looking, so I make them stare
Turning they heads, getting out
and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ hoes
Tired of provin’ niggas that a Don can’t t get a No huh
[ Verse 2]
P for Pussy guy
Don’t ask me ’bout this niqqa
I’ll be
would Bob do?
I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
swing, ah while my beat go
BOOM BOOM - why don't you let me take you to my room
Take off our shoes relax sit on bed and watch the Looney Tunes
But no!
Yo, have some fun out there
Smells like dope in here
Everybody out there
Don't let drugs do you
Smells like dope in here
Son, do the drugs don't
Dobalina take them to the cleaners
Don't care if hittas believe us this really my demeanor
I'm unimpressed by everything
You never bring anything to write
munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields
Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal? (Son, do the drugs don't let the drugs do you
Shaggy alongside Bob Sinclar
The lovely Sahara
ha ha ha ha
Ladies lets make love on the dancefloor
I wanna feel
I wanna hold
I wanna touch
up all night
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's on my mind, he's always right
Bob-Bobby Stevens
I was blinded by your light
Bob-Bobby Stevens
Let me take you home
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
line don’t let that there mislead you . I’m balling in the game I can’t hear shii that in the bleachers I Got that glock by my belt, all this juice I
me some space
You don't know what's in my brain
Music loud, easin' my pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me
Running through packs
Don't like to trap
But by any means
I cannot lose
My sacrifice
A risk life
Need me and mines to improve
Time is yours you chose it's
Written by bob welch.
Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
from work
She saw 'em coppin' pork, shoppin'
Poppin' corks
One night he walked in the door with a snort
"Give me food, Jen, then let me watch sports
I
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
the Midas touch
Baby, let me touch your body and your soul, whoa
Together you and I were meant to be
I'll be right beside you whenever you need me
This
the Midas touch
Baby, let me touch your body and your soul, whoa
Together you and I were meant to be
I'll be right beside you whenever you need me
This
moving don't love me when I'm a still image
Do I need to overdose for you to see I'm over dope
And I ain't talking about the coke to sniff or even Coca
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