Lyrics:
night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed,
matter if you by yourself (ayy)
If ya know he love ya (ayy)
Oh, oh, badadum, dum, dum
If you know he love ya
Let me see you two-step
If you know he
matter if you by yourself (ayy)
If ya know he love ya (ayy)
Oh, oh, badadum, dum, dum
If you know he love ya
Let me see you two-step
If you know he
with the swag that's how they copy me
If you ain't talking money than I'm hard to see
Pretty hoe she love to work her idol Cardi B
Thought she didn't top
your name? How are you? How's your life?
Oh, you got a man? Are you in love? If so, what type?
Is it just platonic, strictly just as friends
Lewinsky
I'll be right here in the thick, they can diss me
But they'll get flung like a frisbee
If what you chattin' is wet
Miss me, bitch, please
Erich
add 'er all together
I ain't talkin' bout the drug
And you know it's orange juice
If they say a C-plus
If you think I'm a 50 then
You got no sense like
mistakes
Haven't felt love in a minute
And let me tell you girl when I dream about you
It isn't faded it's vivid
How good it is
To leave me alone while you
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
sight, endlessly searching solution,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's just institution.
What did you know? What did you
to the studio
You know he do it one take
He said tell me what you think of this
And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man
I really wanted more like
And make me love you too
I can show you how to love me
And make me love you too
Back in black, back in rehab, ooh ooh, oh
Hold on to your souls
If you know
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
kids, bitch
Don't call me honey (Call me honey)
Don't come with me, girl, I
Know you love money, ayy
(Bang bang)
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob
me
The way you love me
The way you love me
I think, I think, I think I'm losin' control
Hey lady
I know it gets hard sometimes
Hey lady
You
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
would spread the truth
Black women raised you know how they do
If you grew the same know I speak the truth
You deserve it all plus another 2
Where I get
for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it
If you want attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it
All these hoes love me
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
you know them other girls want it
I only want you girl it ain't nothing
Can't nobody love me how you love me
I love it how you love me
I love it how
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
homie, me I'm doin what I always do
Grindin if you wasn't steady hatin you'd be ballin too
I know you see us fallin through, all the rich niggaz is on my
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