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and she feel my pain
She say the B stand for Bobby she love to say my name
I'm a real one this ain't fortnight we ain't playing games
If you want it girl

On a sunny Saturday
Na so me I jam this babe
I tell am hope you dey alright
You can call me Bobby
What's your name
She talk say na Yetunde
I swear

Don't know karate boy, it's ten clips
Feeling like Bobby boy in this bitch
Bobby bitch, am I criminal, probably bitch
Beat make your whole body itch
I

Sixteen in this scheme I can't get no peace
The block was mad hot when they shot Maurice by Crystal Lounge
This sparks from a marksman  pistol found

Dusei
City In The Woods
You know it by tha letters
Shoutout Junnie, Bobby
Rudy, Jerm and Chat
Shoutout to the Duggers DULApparel on my back
Shoutout to my

been tryna reach goals, meet dreams, stay on top of my class
But nobody ever heard of me, uh, when they hear bobby they laugh
This ain't exhibition, this

(Hear ye', hear ye' the king has arrived)
(Momma always told me I was different nigga)
(Young Bobby)
Dark times never held me down
Stayed up I held

come face to face I leave a broke jaw
Bobby in the Shadow boxing demons, I been Floyd
And shorty still tripping by attention from pretty broads
I hate

Bobby Boucher
Tryna speak my name boy it's too late
You can't take it back we out there on a Tuesday
I just doubled up hit a lick on a Tuesday
Bad bitch

dropping and I'm splashing but my ice Froze I ain't cappn Bitch

Why you creeping on the low  lil Bitch
Trynna fuck the gang better slow Down by
Grown nigga,

Bobby on them hoes, how I'm stylin
Just wait in the lobby
Bail Gang we mobbin
BTF, that's Money Gang
We get them hunnits mane
Hunnit Racks By December

go tsunami going dumb as ricky bobby
Flow crack that shit that'd twist your jaw up like you bobby
Betta watch your speech nucca rappers getting bodied

gets tragic
Just cop the G-Fazos
I'm feeling godly
Cocaine on my feet
Bitch I'm out my body
Choppa make em sang
Whitney Bobby
I thought a bum bitch said

coming
I'm here
Let's do it T
Alright
Let's go
You already know
I wrote this for Bobby, with burning sticks and burning wipes
All of my Niggas made it,

She the numero uno
Old and faithful like ramen noodle
Sexy poodle
Monthly expenses
Paid by yours truly
Don't get it twisted
She give me 50 50 50 50

And scrapped the souls off our shoes

Looking back, we were kids having fun
Jimmy on guitar and Bobby on drums
Me with the mic, and Joe on the bass
Our home town

(Bobby Seale speech)
I walk with the passion of Christ when I be gas'n the fight
Swing a left and mess around and whoop yo ass with the right
I'm

is he a fuckin' trans
Young Bobby ain't Shmurda nigga but I still do my shmoney dance
Gone have take the chopper he won't make it with that ambulance

the league they would fine me
I been on the low, feel like can’t nobody find me
I just run the show so they gotta run it by me
Mind full of ideas and my

and the gulfs are just representations
That we we were not in Chrome's computer 
We just interfaced with it
While the matrix simulator in Bobby's loft
Generates

Bobby
All of these niggas be talking bout nun
We smoking shit for a hobby
I put that beam to his head make him run but I hit him in the body
I put him out

before
And chances are if I see you in the street
I'll just walk on by cause man

What can I say screen life feels legit
Yeah, it feels so real to you

and bobby pins and boppin' to the beat
Buster Browns and bustin' chops of everyone we meet
By three a.m. we'd all be lit, there'd be rumblin' when we'd meet

Yeah, look, I just wanna escape now
Yeah, I was by myself and now she's all up in my head now
(In my head now) Told myself I wouldn't
Got myself up