Lyrics:
you ball
Like I'm D. Fish shooting the 3
When you need bars who do you call
Roscoe got it all by the Kilo
You lost and never found she not fucking for
died a year ago
I was still tryin' to find my way back whole
Went to work for the INS on the line
With the California Border Patrol
Bobby Ramirez
Uh
Balla back in this bitch you know what I'm saying
Locked in with my nigga DeVinci
You already know what the fuck is going on
Uh
We about to do
for too long
I start to get in my feels
Stuff that bitch with runtz
Drug problem
Really needa quit it
I'll admit it
A lil fucked up in the head but
put that verse in my belly like kangaroo
What I came to do? let the animals out of the cages
Sick em on you
It's like I paid the zoo
I'm Dolittle but I
and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man
Baby tell you it's okay it's alright
I can do it the shit by end of the night
Fuck around might see yo ass twice
Hit it once then I hit right
Go left
be back so
But was strange she picked up her phone
I over heard her say
Bobby I got the dough meet me on my road
I chocked on pride
This bitch
everything in Jesus name
We go dey celebrate
Charle we no dey shake
S3 wo feeli aa ma minti Halleluyah eyy
I don't worry about my needs
Anytime i go on my
I remember they announced
It on the television
But you mustn't smoke around
Okay
Alright
Stay woke
All night
One of the ways tawon boy fin gbope now
know, how much I really wanna change
And why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just
my name.
I used to sing spirituals and I thought that this was
The thing that I wanted to do. But somehow or other
When I went in the army I
real suspicious
But the dick is good, so they won't tell
And now they next door neighbor, Clarissa Bell
She been lookin at me, I think she wanna hit
But
Big bucks, no whammies
I had to meet this white bitch, her name was Tammy
She lived in the Valley, she couldn't understand me
But she let me dig out,
space
Hop in my car let’s do the race, yes I’m a star like Pluto aye
Hol up, Oh now you got nothin’ to say huh
Got nun to say because you realized I don’t
and my grass soft
I like my girl face south and her ass north
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split
Uh, she
to the same old song
I drink the same old coffee in the morning
I say good day to my neighbor
‘Cus I’m all alone at home
I’m alone
Charles: “You’re the least
What the fuck that got to do with me, though?
Not a goddamn thing, not a motherfucking thing, no!
Big nigga got a dream, motherfucking dream, I turn 'em
a Sistine Chapel
I can't play piano like Ray Charles
But baby when my life is through
I hope they say my masterpiece is lovin' you
Yeah, lovin' you babe
Bill Bailey
Bobby Darin
Traditional arranged by Bobby Darin
- (#19 in 1960)
(spoken)
(Hey, Bill Bailey, Don't look now but somebody's calling you.
money, so sing a song of sixpence
The cavalry's not coming
But, sir
Alex, listen
There's only one way for us to win this
Provoke outrage,
bitches love Bobby
And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious
To say I love bitches completely fictitious
'Cause I, I respect women
But let's be real,
tears are flowing
I'm driving down a lonely road without a single thought to where were going
But Bobby, Barbara and me
We're pulling out so you can be
Kanye do
Like Yeezus, believe us, my Jesus, I'm ballin'
Top five alive but number one callin'
They say, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, you so busy, so shameless
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