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ya ass, but then I rather kill ya
Tool’ll help me break him down like Bob the Builder
I can tell by the way you move, you not a killer
Woadie wanna

time, I built it brick by brick
My people got me through some shit
Look at me like I'm fuckin' sick
I had to take what's mine, I took it bit by bit

Hop out the whip
Then hop inna coupe
Water my wrist but when they be looking they always be looking at you
I'm tryna set up the mood
Baby come here

I don't feel u what you said
Dealing with devils by the gates of heaven
Lost a lot but i'm sure that god will replace them
Thru all these angels he

Work hard
Fuck the sky, fuck the stars
We going past that not tryna settle for mars
I'm tryna reach my peak, Killamanjaro
No time to sit around in

Spin ya block tornado tazminia devil lemon corvette followed by a black Tesla big slime in dat bitch and he clutchn on weapon we ain’t come to do

on a chair at this bar bee que
Some bloke woke me up
Going mental
Grabs mi bob Marley t shirt
What you doing sleeping at my mates he sez
Pissing around like

all over the place

Wiping off the trace, so ain't shit on this case
I'm swingin' back and forth with my step all with ease
Punch em so hard, now bobs

wanna get the sauce know you finna stalk
Ahhhh
If its beef we spinning like ah shish kabob
X sloppy on the tee like its doodle bob
Side to side bitches

station that doesn't have you in rotation
I never get tired of hearing you
Not a day goes by that I don't vibe to your acoustics
Enjoying you all to myself

up and leave 
But I can bob, I can weave 
I can slide, I can duck 
I can see shit coming from a mile away out the cuts 
Guess I'm just tryna fuck 
But

fine, feather mind
But you're not smiling

You're the head in that which I've been after
And your body makes me hard and my heart a lot softer
I've got

Vageta
Im bursting the limit
Bitch I go up like my name Goku
Lots of plates when I'm at Nobu
You say thats your mans
But I do not know you
I had to go up

ain’t out running fifty shots
Spitting out the window like I’m Pac tell em spin the block (You heard)
Leave the car in drive and hit the lights
Rolling

special when you put your hand in mine
And as we walk
I feel blessed by heavens holy light
And when we play
I'm amazed with the things you do and say
My

LAUGHING OUT LOUD
by Gordon Pogoda & Bob Martinez

Life is a breeze
Swayin’ the trees
In the air there’s not a care
Melodies are everywhere now
Oh

out with the Glock
I did a sweep on the entire block
Keep shit secure like Ross
And on that paint like Bob Ross

Watch all my diamonds gloss
Bitch I'm

She took my picture
as we sat by the river
I prefer to be alone trusting no self but my own
My cold heart
Sends shivers
In turn makes her lips quiver

bad
So I wake up at dawn everyday like the early bad
Nothing you could do with it
Now your whole crew miss him
I'm what they been missin
Rubber band

fucked by his bros
Ain't no money being made with that pole
You sold your sold for a few bag a runtz
Used your re-up, just to stunt
OK
Chanel in this bitch

I want to find me

'Cause You were there when my story began
And the pen's still there in Your hand
So keep calling my name
I'll keep trusting Your

white women with the same bob
We getting outcast by the same snob
We all getting lynched by the same mob

So tell me what a youngblood gon do
Eat you up

(RJ on the beat) judging by my wrist (wrist)
I couldn't tell you the time
'Cause to a bitch I'm Ned Flanders, Psycho Bob in disguise
'Cause if you

get by
She been in my head
But I can’t, explain why
OK like
Memories of us, going through my head
Like every night
Thinking what, we could been
If i did