Search results for 'who are ya by bob pm 1138' Page #7

a bob, not the builder
I said that already, you a stealer
I don't eat Pop-Tarts, but don't get popped, tart
I'm always on, I'm never stop-start
Take ya

hope you're not forgetting me
That Ship Has Sailed for those who doubted they are dead to me

(chorus)
When I fly, we fly
You know the vibe
I know you're

to the blunts, save the liquor for my nigga Dee
I represent the Original Head
Killin' the original dead (boo-ya) 
That's my nigga Dred
Blowin' the spot (blaow)

Gunshowers

Ghostface Killah

Sour Soul

2015

me
That's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
'Cause every meek

meeting
Fed to the demons, Ripley’s you couldn’t believe it
Pussy stop breathing
Out for ya life they fiendin’
Slide to the roof, I'm beaming, blow out yo’

you
So you gotta be in and out before they know it's you so when you fail who do you blame if it's not yo self
You gone be a cheddar bob be done shot yo

I get the shittier…
Little dudes who think they wittier…
You are…
The most delusional by far
He tryna spit game as a passenger
That shit's so bizzare

problems, 

Bring the bottles, smoker who shine the coupes and give many options, 

Tuck either semis, glocks, stay in the block like he Dennis Rodman,

la la la la la la la
A bag of blue funk (blue funk)

Nuff respect, to all the funk brothers
Y'all know who you are
Yeah, ya hear me man, big up all

will have you going through hell
Even if you feeling like you all by yourself, you are not alone
Hit my phone, shoot me a DM, AM or PM
Cause really I

gonna wanna have all her organs snatched out with and
Who her funeral consultant is (What do you want? Quick!)
And it's really tough to stomach man, it's

PM, DM's will trouble you
Dream of Supreme and BMW's
Wish for women and cars
I say reach for the stars
Find who you really are
Swear you'd make it so

on
The next pack nigga
Yo' shit ain't locked when ya
Hit it with the soda
Everybody else with the same
Stamp got A-1 yola
Bitch, who taught you how to cook

Say Lit Brother go dig ya partners up cause that nigga dead dead 
And he ain't comin back
Dead dead & he ain't comin back
Dead dead and he ain't

ya, pal?

You look like a fine
Upstanding island representative
The kind to understand an enterprise
When they're presented with
Access to a wonderland

the place you call home
By code of ethics
In this time zone
I'm well known by my aesthetic
So chaperone the shade that ya throwing
Before I catch it
No cap

Yuh
Aye
She gone drain my energy
Yuh
Aye
Perfect cell and princess peach
And I say
Who are you?
Whats your name?
Whats your sign?
I just wanna know ya

I'm truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
When are you gon' overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon' level up?
When are you gon' grow another

I'm the number one team player 
The sayer, slay ya, nobody crazier 
I couldn't of done it without all of you 
So when I look back 
I look back

the first time I see them
Be the last time I see them I'm the hottest out of Florida from the am to the pm
Ya'll don't hear me though all this smoke in my

a couple of crews
who begins an action in IMS hit the establishment
bloody headaches like PMS
He used to hang out with another friend of mine
with about

of them all, girl, know you my favorite
Not for who you are, girl
All of the things that you could be
Humped on my old dawg
All of the things that you could

of course, goddammit
Gramps, out the asylum, skin like xylem
Tramps, walk right by him, he can’t buy ‘em
Dance, but he can’t see ‘em, clubs are P.M.
He said

And who the face of all this better tell'em me

Endless Grace ballin but sadly they turned to Casper

Tried to put the locks in but dammit we broke