Lyrics:
And the sky changes color and size each time that he blinks
But he’s sure entertained by that quiet unassuming old rink
Bobby, oh, Bobby
The meek won’t inherit
girl
I'm doing just fine
Oh man don't do it
'Cause everybody goin' through it
Keep your money on your mind
And your homies by your side
And I promise
Time to multiply them Peso's
Off the Casamigos drinkin and smokin by the ounces
Do what I want so if I tell you please don't announce it
Can't see me so
some Louis V sandals (bad, huh)
I Christian Louboutin my pedal, it red like the devil (like the devil)
They call up in Georgia, but I'm in Miami (what?
Circled by arcane and evil books
Scouring them for any hint of knowledge.
Charles, Jim and Will
A father's son who doesn't know his dad
Suddenly he wishes
Placenta picnic inhospitable lip locked dick lick
Laughing at a wooden leg at the rest stop
Speaking of which, this speech is weak on my lips,
But I can do
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
the playoffs, got paid off, and Madoff with our hearts
You were a cancer to your franchise, tore the whole team apart
But they still gotta pay Bobby Bonilla
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my
Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'
+Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipe
You know my technique on a Ra' beat
Speak
I go by the name of Chuck
A lot of y'all know me a Colorful Chuck
but lets just get into it
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
My name is Chuck, Colorful Chuck
Came
or if the booty round
I can't even see you through these Cartiers, I'm Ray Charles
Dump 34 up in his stomach, but he ain't Charles
I can't even see you
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind
on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom)
O.G. Bobby
we speak?
When will I once again touch your cheek?
When?
When will we meet? I long to know, Charles
How do you dance? How do you smoke?
What is
I started writing this song a while ago
Over a different beat, but
I finished it over this one, so
Niggas don't wanna see a star shine
Charles
Got me sounding like Ray Charles
She said that I can't see shit
Got the Styrofoam cup in my hand
I ain't even double the shit
I just hit the push
stretching your body
From the window to the wall
I'mma ying-yang your body
Make my hips hop and hooray
By nature we get naughty
What I'm gon' do, girl,
What up Charles? Hey baby
Hey Baby
Girl I been missin' you like crazy
Miss you too
These fools 'bout to make me lose my mind
I don't think I can do
all
And if you don't like it that cool
But your girl think I am that dude
She know I do everything I say I'ma do
What what about you
I told them I
all
And if you don't like it that cool
But your girl think I am that dude
She know I do everything I say I'ma do
What what about you
I told them I
the line drawn
Tommy is pissed but Bobby caves his chest
What the fuck, I warned you my nigga, he's twisting in the wind, we gotta find him
Now the streets
Bobby Brown: "Bye"
Girl: "Bye Baby."
Bobby Brown: "Bye Bye."
I wanna tell you but I know you know
Sometimes the things you want are never quite
Call me Efrem Zimbalist
Get me Bobby Kennedy
Then call Dave Ben-Gurion, too
Then tell Carol Baker I'm home now
Tell her Mastroianni sends love
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