Lyrics:
what's the matter"!
"Nothing's ever on", she said, "so I don't know why you bother."
We've heard this little scene, we've heard it many times.
People
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
and as we come
You'll probably feel moist like the trees on the tropics
We gone we gone, we out it, no we don't need rockets
We hope up on the mother ship
Yeah i do it for the sport
For the sport haha
Uh jammin', jammin’
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Pop yo bitches stomach while
You fucking cuddling
times 10 nigga do the math
Do you like a match ha head fye that bih made me splash
I hit yo girl by accident she wan spend the night no she can’t crash
on the low but be so high key
Its a fee for a P
Broke don't excite me
Hit a link make you think
I'm so enticing
Niggas freak so sweet said go on and ice me
and
Fuck hoes on my spare time
She don't fuck on the first night
Then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley
That Bob Marley like yeah
and we don't need China
To survive or thrive as a nation communism
And feminism is worse than cancer if
You understandably think about it
And with
went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says "You better'd get
driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How you sliding?
Chops, glocks and extendos with the clips (uhhh)
Fuck
guilty, no comment, I guess they guessed it
Couple time bail, no forensics
This a Deezy pendant, I don't need a necklace
We stay protected and connected
Sunday at the
Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge and
They don't play loud
It's the magic of the music
That still draws a crowd
It's the Bob Roberts
purple haze and sour OG
Don't legalise it don't be so carefree
The grass ain't always greener you need to know the facts
The government will hit you with
up wiggle pull your pants up
If ya ass fat make it clap to this anthem
Ass all jelly so she cant help it
Sweat pants musta been made by Welch's
Cheeks
the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS-3, I got the *** by the tree
I love it when you call me big poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if
tell no lies, bitch im never fucking joking
Think you got me fucked up, cause im a fucking rock star and no you cant have it
Bitch im staying loyal,
a full time job
Get out my face with that fuck ass bob!
It’s not my fault you’re not hot
You just hate that I’m on top
It’s a full time job
Get out my face
Okay lil baby you can miss me with that crazy talk
I jot down words and talk like I’m doodle bob
I don’t wanna talk I sip on sum that’s like goowy
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
do it how you like
Got a message from Bob Marley for your mind
It'll all be ok let it fall from your mind
They think I'm the son of Bob Marley
Comes with a shot, like every time
Karma rewards the careless she don't care if you blind
Every sword takes a beating first
You put it in the fire
When
the matter
Nothing's ever on", She said
"So I don't know why you bother"
We've heard this little scene
We've heard it many times
People fighting over
mowers
Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time
And I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine
Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0
Eyes low from plenty
so bad...
Harry:
Those are the warner brothers files, aren't they dear? don't you think there'll be some questions about the condition of the blue
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