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thirteen year old boobs I'd hang out by the junior High like my dad does Tom: Hey You know what I learned in fifth grade? Mark: What's that Your dad has
Yo this shits for real Yo this shits for real Yo this shits for real Blessed by bob that's how I feel Blessed by bob let's make a mill Blessed by bob
Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb I
you (B.O.B. don't get freaky with you) B.O.B. don't turn it around and make the bed bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, like I do You need that real
Side! When I pull out the chopper 100 round drum, all hollow Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe Vas-y suce mon flow,
"Oh I know I'm drunk now Ladies and gentleman, I for- I forgot my favorite man sitting over there His name is" Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
"Oh I know I'm drunk now Ladies and gentleman, I for- I forgot my favorite man sitting over there His name is" Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
on the track So say what you like, you just givin' me gas So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back So I'ma [Chorus - B.o.B] Make a lot of money (Make
game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone
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
game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my n****s fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone
fuckin’ with it Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in Hmm Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’ Cuz I kept [HOOK ] Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
One, two One, two, three Yeah, inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo) Like a million elephants or silverback
One, two One, two, three Yeah, inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo) Like a million elephants or silverback
One, two One, two, three Yeah, inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo) Like a million elephants or silverback
I throw a fit Not slackin or lackin a bit, nah that ain't it So just a bob ya head, like I said, the fresh it So just a bob ya head "ruff, ruff an'
One, two One, two, three, yeah Yeah, inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo) Like a million elephants
spin 'round Jacket's on, I'm out the door Tonight I'm gonna burn this town down And the girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening
means I was retarded Drank tequila Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk And we came up with this great idea
Can we go somewhere to be alone? I pull up in the lot, pop the trunks make their heads bob And it's sunny so it's time to get a summer bunny Summer
wrong with Santa Claus?] [Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...] [Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?] [Bob: Oh, I love
aye, who is Bob, aye She said I'm a sweet soya sauce I feel like ross Getting beaten by the boss, yuh Like a Mario Bros Movie gang is the Boss I'm so
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?) Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?) Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom And he don't got a job, 'cause
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