Lyrics:
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
-Bobby Stevens
He's gonna keep you up all night
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's on my mind, he's always right
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He is the demon by my side
He's the guy
name
Jacuzzis were his claim to fame
And you would probably do the same
If he did it to you
His name was: Bob Johnson the hot tub king
He's your man if
like Cowabunga
Hope you get offended by the way I'm stunting
Won't dive in if I ain't got no rubber
We came from the bottom of the rubble
If they
a character, action figure
Niggas laugh at ya
You niggas wanna be Migos
But you niggas know that you is not a trio
Sit back and observe I'm drinkin
love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin'
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 a shit that you just bob ya
got little shortie if it ain't great sex
Pull up in LA and we writing checks
Gonna be a star, and you know i'm next
Living rock' star' life
And im
venting pardon me
Living life lead by the blind a make it hard to see
Know the foundation will crumble if you ever leave
Far from where we wanna be
It's
with me)
Boy, leave me alone (lone)
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go
If you wanted me in your life (me in your life)
Then you shoulda
now
I think we can make it if we live and
Let live and love one another -
I mean really love if
You don't know the guy on
The other side of the
World,
kiddo? You're line was busy
Bobby
Fella
Bobby
Sweetie
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home
Seems like weeks since we Bobby,
maths like Shelly Coater
Add up the Nova wid the Scotia
Ghetto youth you fi be a soldier
And if you don't know Jesus
Yo better know Jah
Look how much king
love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin'
costumes and your wigs and say
"I did look like a damn fool?"
Yes! Yes, I do yes, I do
Do you ever think that?
Sometimes every now and then you know
What
Cut less got some tinted windows
I picked up a couple packies of hippie indo
I know you see the forgies on the floor
Got to keep it laid back like we
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
don't even wanna sleep yet
i got the beat set
listening to keith sweat
want my cheap bet
we get it poplin girl its just how it goes
if you wanna get
very proud of you
I heard that you were accepted to Berkeley
I would like to help you if I can some how?
I miss you and your brothers a lot
I know that I
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
talk about you
Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass
Who the fuck do you think this is?
I'll kick your ass, twice
Bob, if you're out there
Let me
strawberry fields
Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields
Wicked as Aleister Crowley do you niggas know the deal?
(Son, do the drugs don't
If you a Hitman
Holla how many bodies you got
Pussy, do you got a body or not?
Obviously not yo I need to know what
Type of hitman is this
Cause this
our lips locked
The only lady that never gets pissed off
And if there's one thing I know
It's how to roll a J and let it burn real slow
For those
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