Lyrics:
and grass
Learn the different between old birch and ash
Most working class folks are getting raw
Every fed-end bob's got dead-end job
Go to school for
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
I told that baby "You just like my weed."
"You get me high when I need."
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I love my weed.
She was like "that mean you love me?"
from the womb, they call me ovary cancer
And I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome
And I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom
cool when ya with me
(Aye)
(Aye)
I been fuckin' with you for a lil minute
I must admit, you the realest
Keep the tool when ya wit me
Like Bob
Giving it over, giving it over
Yeah, I'm giving myself to a true love at last
Giving myself to a true love at last
You don't know where the wind's
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
don't mind
(I love myself)
He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide
(I love myself)
One day at a time, sun gon' shine
I went to war last
felt dishy
But gal I left fame
Schedule our dates
On billboard 40
I'm really fascinated
About the mandeem
You seem mesmerised
About our last date
Love is
heard it
I ignore your ass on purpose
Ain't no more gas money for you, girl
Guess what? Stop asking me, girl
Bitch got pregnant, call Maury
Call Jerry
making love
Like our last time
Like our last time
Like our last time
Like our last time, last time
I call it two by two
Good luck, babe, me and you
I
to church
Letters of Paul? You better call him Saul like Bob Odenkirk
Old school - a good old boy with a new message
Money trees wilt - I'm here to teach
Brandon Miller
Yeah
Giving straps to killers
In the red with the dead
I'm a walking thriller
Keep the hammer by my side
Bitch I'm bob the builder
Heavy
mmmmmm! it tastes good! mmmmmm! mmmmmm! the handle! the handle!
Harry:
Hurt me, ob'dewlla! make me whimper and beg for your tiny rubber love!
After
Cutting all ties shake em off me
Serve it when it's cold
Sydney Crosby
You ain't got drive
You a itty bitty baby
Get a car seat
Cooking in the lab
on Saturn
If this was my last call
It'd be to you
If this was my last submission
Put it in the Smithsonian
Right in between Emmett's body and Emmitt's cleats
the break!
Shake and motivate, stimulate
By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug
Call out into her love flood
together and
I can call you mine
I'm packin' my bags for the very last time
There's no reason to run
There's no reason to hide
You're my soul, my love, my
brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna
Ayy
Whose fault? Uh
(Whose fault?)
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names,
wouldn't waste your time
with weak words, that's for nerds, you never heard a rhyme
So you deserve a line rougher than rough enough is enough
I'm, gonna
for me
Dance floor hall
Forget last call
I'm sippin' in luxury
Country fun
For everyone
Round 'O shots
Forget me not
Count me in
Let the fun begin
Just
and guys
Only known for crime
Yes yes I'm listening
I'm listening calm down love
Calm down I just had
Something in my mind
That's all actually
Can you run it
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