Lyrics:
the criticism.
I was told cutting wouldn't help but neither would anything else, so I didn't listen
As relief streamed down, I'd pop in forbidden earbuds and bob
service
Pray the Lord I’m in my bag but you can call it a Birkin
These rap niggas never step up to me
I’m making them nervous
I’m probably God Body, Bob
the pipeline
They call him Big Shot Bob
(Big Shot Bob)
Seven rings they drip from his hands
Seven figures from being our man
Heavenly digits I dial on my phone
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout the finer things
But we ain't listening
Ghetto Queen with the guillotine/real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
Knahmean? Some bitch is on the other line, answer that
If it's a Booty Call
The subscribers
You have dialed
Is not available
An SMS will be
Sent as notification of
Your attempt to call this number
Its never really easy
You
Jerry & Junior: Ahh!
Larry: This is me and the bull and ... I think that's the bull's cousin.
He's a cebu!
Archibald: Hold it! You call this a multimedia
Fiji
Okay my bitch black and Indian
I call her habibiti
And Bob be building with that tool
We got a problem he gonna fix it
We gonna stretch that boy
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
and pray to God, ayy
I know i got it on lock
Bro doing time i told em' watch
My head hurtin' I'm missing Bob
I'm calling Brodie for a car, ayy
And I call
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
gonna split like that, boy, we gonna need a prenup
Nolan just be playing now, like I'm over it
Call me up another time, digits are online, kid
Give me
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
I'm flirting with you only cuz I'm internet famous
I been a superstar I was just too shy to claim it
I could get you anything girl you just name it yeah
(oh)
If there's anything that you want
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love, from me to you
From me
wanna call us
It was a game & I knew it
say that u want me then u gotta prove it
Not pressed by these bitches wit titties & booty
they running game
charges
We gone Ball regardless
Hotter than the sun
Got 34 shots in a gun
Call it Charles Barkley
And We might leave this b**** with a few mo bodies
given shape, form and action through the aid
of the imaginitive faculty of the mind
It has been said that man can create anything he can imagine
(Nabo)
and will get anything you need i
Guess you can call him a "sweetheart
" haha!
Now, as far as the CO’s, there's one who
Really stood out white dude he's
Ah, cold turkey
It's difficult starting over, that's better than going backwards
Anything's better than going backwards
It's difficult starting
Artsy emcee solving equations in Farsi
To bob marley’s catalogue
The world never ended you had it wrong
Kids of the 5th babylon
Sending you and your
(oh)
If there's anything that you want
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love, from me to you
From me
jacket like Bob Saget
Raps bust fully automatic with savage habits
Dipped in Ragu shorty thick like Shamu
Dregs One on the left titty got it tattooed
Inked
Bought her a necklace with my name on it
Left her with something left some game on it
Bought her a necklace with my name on it
I crush anything boy
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