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He took a sip from his can, and asked me if I had any songs by a man called Bob Marley I said I did, started to play one and he sang and danced along
know mantis legends? How it was it all started? It was fighting off this blackbird Although it was only a tenth of the bird's size it
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN... ("Where the freeways meet in Downey!") ...And he laid
Flexibly bob and weave Chasing after are own feelings of ecstasy To take flight involves my game tight I'm a meteorite target in sight Week after week fuck
I'm walking on this way paved by so many greats Dax, Em, Cole who inspired me to write this text Bitch I'll never stop climbing mountains, I'll never
And my nigga crizzee baby, and my nigga digi baby Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi Or shacrizzee baby,
but she'll gone be allright Cause I'm falling through later on tonight Now looka here before we go We gotta stop by seafood galore Two
or pa dukes? There's two scoops a raisin in the sun Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
or pa dukes? There's two scoops a raisin in the sun Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
or pa dukes? There's two scoops a raisin in the sun Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
to lose my mind. Saturday’s not a good day for hanging out by yourself: too many drinks, too many drunks, too many little birds. We can find a better place
Silent Spring By Bob Orwig Copyright 2021 (chorus) Will there be a silent spring Where the birds no longer fly Will there be a silent spring Before
when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo) Workin' on my game 'cause it's time to tax I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit Up
Man you hell of a pussy for The shit you did last night I could tell you nervous right now by How you moving your hands right Yeah please don't fuck
Welcome to yet another song by the guy With the relaxed flow and unnamable style An immovable object yet i move myself miles With my sick beat
I like my fast food faster Syrup got me slow Like a turtle 'round this ho And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho Whats the word
bitch about face And then I gotta split Sorry baby, sour grapes She wine, baby don't leave I duck that bullshit, bob and weave Everybody tripping, but I
share flows, when it enter your earhole Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly Nigga, when Sean write
hope Our time spent was not wise I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye" There's no more reaching you By now you should have gotten
It's the MOB Cookin' them birds up The customer ears just perked up They Tired of gettin' that work from Them hustlers whippin' that dirt up I'm
this program to bring you a special bulletin Bob Digital located inside the hood again Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox Smackin this cat in
this program to bring you a special bulletin Bob Digital located inside the hood again Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox Smackin this cat in
a Harley (oh shit) I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom) Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley Get high
Nigga, you a clown, I can feel it by your gestures I don't fuck with sideshow bobs, you a jester No you're not a dog, you're a pet, bruh Need
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