Lyrics:
called you
Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean
Now, you've hung with me when all the others
Turned away, turned up their nose
We liked the same music, we
was standing at the rail
He said "I hope they kill you, I hope you go to hell"
They put Bobby in a jail with forty other men
They all knew what he
Bullies news junkies once in a while just to feel safer
If you're mortified by the mortar fire on the news at five
There's more to buy Now run a diagnostic
Yeah I pull up to your crib with my ten by four
Yeah they call me Valentino 'cause your bitch want more
And I keep it 300 like the Spartans in
Happy shit, so I'm-
I'mma-, I'mma give y'all a
Little gift this Christmas
You know how it goes
Aye, I made this beat by the
Way, I'm pretty proud of it
If
they fly around me?
I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon' strip
I throw
pretty and my lovin is Digi
[Bobby Digital]
Fresh dipped out my laboratory, just dropped down bout 40 stories
Hit the ground, you analog
called you
Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean
Now, you've hung with me when all the others
Turned away, turned up their nose
We liked the same music, we
banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve
At the Garden, sitting courtside, look around like "Oh my god"
I just sold this motherfucker out, I ain't
As long as I've been givin' my love to you
You should be givin' me your love, too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool
Valentino, This another one, let's go|Ride with me girl, I been looking for you|Let's go yeah|
phone
I could hear it in her voice, know she just wasn't alone
Then a voice I didn't recognize
Said, "If you wanna' see your wife alive bring a million
This a demon party
Come this way
Bobby buche
Water whip it weigh it
She just told her girls she seeing me she on the way
Nicky doomsday
Purple
'Bout time big Money
Big Song we got London On Da Track
These bitches on me bitches on me
I can't trust you I got traded by my homies
If it ain't
the gun
Revenge is at the sweetest, yo, next to get the pussy, you know?
I just caught a body, got my real killers with me, you know?
When I run up in
Say you'll never see me on the news now I'm on there
Malibu relaxing by the pool in a lawnchair
She gon see Me land at LAX, and I'm coolin'
Let me go
I’ve been playing games with your mind and you’ll never understand me
Smiling, I don’t care if these people find me crazy
Tell them it’s okay, but be
the parking lot
And when you wake up in the morning with a busted head
You're just happy that was all you got
On Saturday night at the paradise knife
fly)
Designer, designer (eh)
Designer, designer (eh)
Giuseppe (Giuseppe)
Margiela (Margiela)
Valentino (Valentino)
Whatever (whatever)
Designer,
t-shirt
Make sure you put on your
Stillettos and your t-shirt
[repeat]
[Bobby Valentino]
Oh baby I got a V-neck polo
Oh baby it's on deck with Nuvo
Oh
Pulling up in a two seater Solo
You rockin polo Im rockin valentino
I been a boss you know you Know
Either you with me or you ain't
I can't stand nobody
I should go ahead and just let him die
Guess you fished your wish, ha
But who knew that a true rival's hard to come by
And I know it's not Cal that
c'mon)
Oh my god
What happened
Do I love these hoes
Man, apparently (You do)
I gave you my heart
And you gave it right
And you even charged me with
in the lobby
Call me Brett, cause I'm rocking
And yo bitches smells like Wasabi
Put it in the cart fushikagi
Bitches man, name is Bobby
Fuck yo hoe
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