Lyrics:
from the car, step away from the car
We're a wild and rowdy bunch when you pass us by
Bobby's buggin' baby sister and makin' her cry
If I have
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
Stay fucking with diggies
Or turn entrepreneur
Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney
I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy
I oneder if I will ever blow
If not
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm
running through your hood
I'm feeling like I should, I wish a motherfucker would
Bobby be my name
I'm 'bout to run a train
On this girl with all my
motivation
I remember lil' Bobby, lil' B
Man, I wish that I could be a dog in a rich family
Oh, how nice would that shit be? my life a catastrophe
Now my
trailers backed up down by the elevators
Train track grain car'll roll in later
Get filled up and head on out in the world
It's harvest time in this
way, living day by day
Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs
Five-O with them K-9's
Manhunt when it's game time
They was robbing the ice
away
Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day
Yeah, yeah
Bobby don't do it to 'em
You're beautiful and you don't gotta prove it to 'em
Come on,
to lay on? (No)
Rolls Royce séance, woke up in the ghost all from the store run
Bobby Flay on niggas (we Bobby Flay on niggas)
I might auction off
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
the road more than properly
They can't do it like we
They can't do it like my donnies
If you get stopped by police
Tell them that it's only broccoli
I can teach you how to get paid
How to get by and how to get fly
I can teach you how to get cake
If not the whole thing, at least a little slice,
sucked, when I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney
Life is a game
and ready
And a face like bobby dylan, only worse
He ordered up a whisky, which he drank like he was thirsty
And ordered him another of the same
Suddenly
Hupfi lwo thoma hofuna ndi repe beat i fhele
Nda vhuya nga inwe uri ndi avoide zwitshele
Kha track yau thoma ndoni vhudza ni rabele
Ngori, ndi na dzi bar
Quiet, shhh
Bitch don't make a sound
Yeah
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy tell my
swerving in between the lines
I'm tryna see a better way
I still feel hatred
Uncle Bobby's still incarcerated
Grandma died in Vegas
Grandpa moved
left behind|Trying to see the light||[Allan Kingdom & Bobby Raps]|Broken by these simple needs|Floating through these symphonies|Flirting through these
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
at the record plant
The record plant?
Yeah
Oh, bobby sherman records here
I just love bobby sherman and david cassidy
Do you know david cassidy?
No, i...
Have you
Girl I see wanna blow my high
You tryna be main but you my side
And when i get it always hit it from the side
Girl i take it you wanna be right by me
the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master an' Bobby Suenam
We form like Voltron, connected by the feet
So there's room to reach, we transform the beat
With the ill
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