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[Hook] *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song* Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up) Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up) Bob
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five By the time it's over, no snakes alive Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off Then up against
Whole planet gone ape Understand from afar Nashville to the 'Lone Star State' Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater This is where you belong
indicator instilled in me by men greater This is where you belong strong you gon' be great Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt Fast like
to the throne, the new Screw music king Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring Two time convicted felon, use
to the throne, the new Screw music king Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring Two time convicted felon, use
the times up I can't wait Ignorant nigga the black Hitler I dictate I came to rape the game no fucking lubricant So militant fuck where my feelings went
Blessings here blessings there blessings where I sneeze all the time I don't care It's rare that truth sells yet I'm out here with these words straight from
and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!' This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz
I tried to take the time To become someone's inspiration Turnt up to the max But talked about education Preach how marijuana was the Healin'
interviews I bob and wеave with a different movе Then I dance when I score Like I'm Victor Cruz Pick and choose your opponents I fights with the best of 'em
walk drip, bitch I do it all Yo team would've won a couple games If you would move the ball He was talking crunchy, 223 I sent it through his jaw
yo potnas it's that nigga you love 2 hate Playa hate all the time, you love 2 hate What? Why you hate me nigga? Uh. Is it because yo bitch love
feelin' high and the blunt ain't sparked yet The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play Follow
This is my Alma Mater Family is all that matters Dawg I just had a daughter I'm on a different status Aint got no time for no practice I made my
the yodel of life Your name is Bob, you're my heart-throb I lost my job when I got fired by a guy named Farchie, he was full of starch, he smelled like
Lookin’ For Love Written by Bob Morrison, Patti Ryan, Wanda Mallette Well, I spent a lifetime lookin' for you Single bars and good time lovers were
MEMPHIS BLEEK Just then a SCHOOLBOY walks in ABSOLutely cool 2 CHAINZ on Asks for a 2 PACK of NOTORIOUSly BIG candies I'm like GAME on I creep in like
with small Barbies Surrounded by shooters that's resembling Bob Marley You ever seen a fiend die while watching from your porch But they ain't know he
no parties, car games on the Atari Motown and Bob Marley Sad times and heartache I would run away and I'd would tell myself I would get rich one day
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