Lyrics:
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way (ha ha ha)
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
I left the house about 8pm |Spent a little time with the boys again |I didn't really wanna be away from you |I went for one but I stayed till two ||I
that you are nice
I can't even bet their price
So fresh, So nice
Woooooh
Switch blade take out ya oxygen, I need to silence (Shh)
I gotta follow 'em
Turn
on tour
Yeah us damn kids we're at it again
Playing hard rock past 10pm
It's usually quiet by 7, but we're cranked up to 11
The neighbor knocks
the beginning I do not make the rules
Bro be cool
Lost a couple thousand told me stay in school
I'm Bob the Builder, made like half a band was tryna cop a tool
At the limit push harder
Live it by the minute go farther
Shits a slaughter
Flow like water
Box don't exist shits broader
Got to run faster
I need
like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.
She want
to the P-M
Trap goals Trap goals Trap goals
Run it up nigga
Get money Fuck hoes
Sip lean Slow mo
Whip game Bet Cold
Wrist Grill Neck Gold
Trill muhfucka Go
I left the house about 8pm
Spent a little time with the boys again
I didn't really wanna be away from you
I went for one but I stayed 'til two
I
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
on.
My heart is armored,
I'm haunted by big booty women,
With tights on,
I love it when they do me,
Especially with the lights on,
Pretty Trini
Hey
Ah, ah
It's Bob
Yo
Escape with the rhythm
I take what I'm given
And break my way through the hatred
And make my sacred religion
I feel awakened
CAMPTOWN RACES by Stephen Foster 1850
Camptown ladies sing this song, do da, do da
Camptown Races 5 miles long, oh do da day
I came down there with
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
So Lifted
Put it up for grabs bet I
Go get it
I got a big bag what you want
For Christmas
Pretty young thing she bad she wit it
Young and handsome
'm the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can
you start to fess
Raheem, in your life, what more can you ask
I bet you can't think of a greater task
I make my light shine on your cloudy days
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
c Woah woah woah yeahhhhh
From the cM
Up to the PM
I put my days in
Hustle
Every evening
Haters hating
But I don't
Really see them
I'm on my
be kidding me
In the pass
In my class
I got Dee Dee Dee Dee
If there’s a part I hated BY far
It Would Probably be reading
No one should get
(boaw, boaw)
Leave him dead, bro, don't call my phone
I'm bein' investigated by DOJ and the Feds
Slime gon' have the money where he stay at
I
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