Lyrics:
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
downtime and back
Life is always good
It's not an act we so fresh, so hood
You knew that it never would
Knew that it never would
Lakers, Dodgers,
Degree me
Degree me
Degree me
Degree me
Party at my place, tell your friend to bring a friend
Tonight we going up like B.o.B in 2010
(Airplanes)
Degree me
understood is overstood
You could be a bitch and a
Snitch and still rep the hood
Your bars are no good, we don't trust you
Not you, not one biff, you
[Originally by Bob Dylan]
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll,
the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine, where
the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine, where
of the tall gum trees is a mighty fine place to be
The land we call Australia is very big and wide
They say the heart is in the outback
And it is said with good
but also a friend of Bob’s.
Lingerie on mannequins turns me on no more,
either I’m growing up or I’m growing old, might as well be a bit of both.
Now
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
in the streets all I could do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in common I'm not a B.O.B
(Hold up) hustle hard and I'm hands-on I'm a good guy that
teeth like a visit from the dentist
Give him 22 shots to his back like he Harris
Yeah the team eating good shit we might be diabetic
Bitch I'm cooking in
at your door,
Be careful how you act and your mortality.
Salvation there is.....for everyone. Even movie stars!
Y'all be good now, ya hear?
[Intro]
*Jesus loves me, yes I know*
Our Father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy Name, thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
*For the Bible tells me
You were my angel
What happened to your wings
Girl I need you to fly
Oh you don't want to fly fuck you then
I thought they would be happy
To see me
many dead and gone from their pride
All my life been moving on
Too many lies
Keep my faith and keep the real
By my side
I got some thoughts I'll keep
Brandon Miller
Yeah
Giving straps to killers
In the red with the dead
I'm a walking thriller
Keep the hammer by my side
Bitch I'm bob the builder
Heavy
song
When they pass by I bob my head along
I can't [?] but don't mind the aroma
If the deli out of [?] then I settle for corona
And I claim my spot
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
they got Moose and Bear and eagles flying free
Deer stands hunting shacks campfires kicked back
Good people the farmer stopped by with a fresh sweet corn
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so
Make the woofers
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