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
And type, and write, with my
Freak it 'fore the niggy night is done
For Ricky-Run to get dumb and then some
So while you're here, it's clear to every
in the center of my life
Wooo!
This that type a shit, that you just bob your head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
This that type
we arrived at my place
Not so Raven but visions display
You know what's not allowed when we ¡Olé!
Dark by 6pm
Dark by 6pm
Dark by 6pm
Dark by 6pm
If
alright alright
All I need is one mic Ima goat like Mike
Bad and boujee my type
Back it up on my pipe pipe
Knock yo ass outta sight sight
Tylenol Pm
Night
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
a dub
Maybe this is love
Baby you the one, my type
Yeah
I just want you by my side
I just want you by my right
Chilling I'm just drinking sprite (Yeah)
2021 by BGourd
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Created
Oct 6, 2021
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Man don't teach me in my suit
No leather skin I come
by leave your girl pissed off
Cuz I'm the kind of woman that'll make you risk all
Smooth talker, runway walker
The type to make you feel free to get
and louder
Prisoner code T.H.X, 1-1-3-8
I'm a break the chains and litigate Bill Gates.
And Ricki Lake type intruders of your private life
It's like they
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
The first time in here, but still, yeah!
Showered up quickly then had tea it's 10:
45 pm and I'm back in
My cell listening to a game in
The earphones as I
by 4 am
Land- unpack- find me a sauna
Or Jacuzzi in Hotel Ramada
For sunrise- arise in Paris
While my wrist still 24 karats
2pm- prepare
in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my
down the hall
She's waiting by the door
Someone said she felt she had to run away
And we just seem the type
Three PM we're on our way tonight
Into
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
high asl need a crib up by the clouds
I been smoking za when y'all was steady smoking loud
I'm the quarterbacc I put my niggas right on them routes
When
my eyes and take a ride inside
Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will make
I listened' to the wind
a fucking light you up
Cause my game type insane
With these bars I crafted
It's like a complex art
My thoughts are graphic
Imagine a collage full of visual
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