Lyrics:
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
Taking the commons anyway
Cannot do anything about it
Not even a warrior 'cause you can't start war
You're not a fucking military
Such a lala bob
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
I call it a sequence
Talk to me nice, she talking so spicy
Yellow and toxic what I see
Starr and TLIVE, KD and Kyrie
Moving too fast skip a heart beat
as the threat at hand and not the better man
Who never go a lot further, they're Bob Schmurdered
By a justice system going light on a Brock Turner
So I don't
with me,
the feds hands itchy, so
"fed" don't fit me, no
everybody call the iso,
im running the pick & roll,
switch it the give & go,
never did listen
That's what we would call it clean
Every day we kept it clean
Flag fellas, you know what I mean
Flag fellas, you know what I mean
Flag fellas, you know
eat that ass like Christmas
Whole party fucked up on gingerbread
I don't give a fuck what Santa said
I do it cause that shit's lit
So I'mma eat that ass
call it blue moon (yeah)
Survival at all costs
Every day niggas get logged off, bodies get hauled off
Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my
then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
on me no Mike Vick
I bob and weave in that pussy good and I knock it out like Tyson
Say first round, face down, ass up, straight pound
Yeah, shorty, she
niggas eating den why dey ain't feed you?
Back again baby like It was sequel
Young nigga soaring like he was a eagle
Dat bitch a bug so I call her
straight in no key floor six
He wanna girlfriend experience but she smarter than that she's a Aries
Thats the life she chose and anything goess when it comes
on the ropes?
Bitch I did it by myself
I ain’t never had a coach
And i’m thinking like who else?
Everytime you had approached
I got eternal life shelf, bitch
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
Walk right in, it's around the back
Just
and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob
with me dog this thang gone pop
I'm up in the hood dog with the same o drop
I stay on top nigga it ain't gone stop
All of these fake niggas be saying
the town, yeah, yeah
And lil' baby got some ass, the way that it bounces, yeah, yeah
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
walked in
And my heart stay cold like Bob Vance
Sit the fuck down I'm talkin
I don't understand what you want from me, yeeah
And I been on my own
I don't
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