Lyrics:
gun up
cnd that that f**** knife back
Been at it for a while
cnd Told momma I'd write back
Want f**** nights backs
Bob and weave
Bob and weave
cnd
and space
Gettin' wiser
I know what I'm not gon tolerate
Send a good morning text
I'll see you soon I fly in late baby
Woke up with the late Bob Marley on my
better than call
Four-quarter, we down by two, bruh, if you don't, just hand me the ball
Your bitch phone buzzin', said your name, but nigga, I'm jammin'
slinging slasher by my side ain't no Captain Hook
Flying Dutchman in the whip we got his soul took
Bully nose K fold his body like a Chromebook
Old Man
(Who?)
I'm talkin' 'bout dabs by the slab in the lab
You don't even know nothin' 'bout it
You tryna get this high? Little nigga I doubt it
Don't you
[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery
[Soup]
Time is never stoppin' me
Drop
food.for our dinner.
i have cried my self to sleep by the cold sea,
with no coat or blanket or dime for the phone,
and awakened in the warm sun,
in his arms,
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
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
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
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
We've been through hell and high water,
Ready to go through
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
to spend, oh
Kicked down the doors in New Orleans
We got busted at Grove Hill where nobody goes
And Long Bob drove us to the Badlands
You can bet your ass
Words and music by bob seger
I was born at the break of dawning
In the last days of the last great war
My father was not in the fighting
And my
alright I got a woman that'll stand by me
And there's lots of places we ain't seen
And there's always a job waitin' somewhere for me
But late at night
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