Lyrics:
Stay there, you ain't ready to move with real niggas (that's right)
And guess who I'm talkin' to, you, nigga
You already know what it is, yeah
You
and bob
It's the イーカンジ baby
It's the wicked within me
And you know we had a moment
Away from the public eye
じゃあ永遠にさよなら
There you go
I'll hunt
No one else
money playin' niggas like dummies
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I
levitating shit
They say bob how you feel about tha fame
Really aint famous till obama know my name
Tha games in a drought it was going down tha drain
When I
Smoke a lot of weed to dodge the rona
Unaddressed emotions
Lead to weed comas
Stay connected
Seven from Bobbie
When I hit Daytona
I hold it down
For
of
Space a rarri zoom zoom
Beat up that pussy
You know how i do
Bob the builder and
I stay with my tools
Don't fuck up my groove
Don't fuck up my mood
I
say I don't respect these women
When all I've done is represent (30 years)
Take my career and turn it upside down
'Cause you mad I've got some
the way you slept
It's nuance but I see hella influence in the way you dress
The way you sound, the way you try to move
And try to stay abreast on all
Written by bob welch.
Two different glasses are filled with champagne
What is the meaning of this ?
Cause all of that atmosphere painfully made
Has
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
up in the grave
You better watch what you say
If you value your life
Cus every death in the streets
Don't come from gang ties
Bob told Billy
We 'bout
Loccey!
Now we out showboating
Bitches they know this
They want us to poke it
Want me to hit that !
Slide on his jet ski
I want your head baby girl don't
multiply that sh*t
By a dozen ways I make it so my clothes stay crisp
And I get alotta pu**y give a f**k boutta b*tch
My ice go drip drip drip on a b*tch
(I
ran off
With the sauce bob ross Used to draw glocks
Now I draw art like Basquiat off tops
Y’all lost in the sauce, bout to get got
I don't do it for
listen very closely
You can hear
KOOK, KOOK, KAH, KAH
Before he takes flight
Can you guess what it might be
KAH KAH
Yes, It's a kookaburra
It's perched way
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up
Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
Of niggas lookin hard at me,
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
what'd you say?
Here I go, here I go
Bitch I'll back slap or back stab after that kidnap a whack rap
Bring it louder if you comin' to rap
Your arms
don't want me)
From far away
I can be your secret
It's gonna be fine
Let me love you from far away
High just smoke, I just smoke
What a world I create
I
the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that hill
I said but now we're up
what's happening
I'm coming up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me
And the 'tic
see it right away
But on the flip side, the love is big
We help raise our cousins' kids
Family in the building, you don't know what indelible is
Who
Cheddar Bob
You hear em chatter on
Dragging people to Babylon
Back em against the wall like where you hear that from (I read a blog)
Had it with y'all
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