Lyrics:
packs)
Known to make a meal straight off from scratch
I can pull your girl with my hand tied behind my back
Flipping packs, I'm a silver-back, ain't
coversating
Time is money once spent cant get it back so im pissed at the fact that you wasted my time infact
You lucky that Bobby aint going ham on this pass
teenage dream come true, you are like my life long deja vu, back to
You and me borrowing bobby's car
Cruising like we used to down the boulevard
When we
dance
Got a hundred bands, never mind, I lied
I eat cakes by the pound, man
Big girl did a handstand, had me shocked, man
Migo Valentino playing soccer
shoes
They Valentino if you wondering
Missed my chance in Winter so I guess I gotta go fuck up Summer then
Been a hot boy cuz that's the season that they
the road more than properly
They can't do it like we
They can't do it like my donnies
If you get stopped by police
Tell them that it's only broccoli
u thought me
He said, Pussy’s a commodity but dick sell better
Went from dickies and house shoes to Invicta on my wrist
I got Bobby by the pound,
Oh, it's just another manic Monday
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian
on.
My heart is armored,
I'm haunted by big booty women,
With tights on,
I love it when they do me,
Especially with the lights on,
Pretty Trini
it runnin' your mouth|I love all the hating, you know that I'm waiting|For you in the clouds||[Verse 1: Bobby Raps]|They say my lifestyle too
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
a rack on it
All my niggas is savages
Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages
See your girl on the ends
Now she wanna be friends
I look in her
She not for everybody
Don't be with anybody
Come be my baby mommy
You Whitney and I'll be Bobby
You not for everybody
Don't be with anybody
She not
from the car, step away from the car
We're a wild and rowdy bunch when you pass us by
Bobby's buggin' baby sister and makin' her cry
If I have
don't--I don't know how to explain this to you
The best I can tell you is what my mother told me as I was coming up
She used to say, "Son, chances go
the cheat codes
If vibrations send me
I drive by on winning
Can't see inside, I'm tinting
She in the passenger, venting
Massey, unrelenting
I just found my
Aint no simping I know I gotta good girl like by myside. When im at my lowest she's always there she's a ride or die. Beautiful in the face. Loving her
on
Margiela shoes, get my blaze on
Donna Karan socks, DK's on
She in the bathroom, putting her face on
My girl fine, she stay clean
You ain't getting bread, you
a nigga talking down on the gang
Imma fill them with hallow tips
I put my blood sweat and tears into this shit
But I'm still posted with Crips
Posted up by
Man, what's the deal
Scars on my face
Like the new max steel
Dawg on the streets
No ability to heal
Call me a pig
But I make ya girl squeal
Bringing me
Always stay by my side you
Gone ride for me
Tell the whole world you mine
You gone ride for me
I know you said you gon ride
Girl I want you to live not
me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
Sunday AFTERNOON
(Written by Bobby Brown, Derek "DOA" Allen, and Kenny Finnel)
Yeah, on the re-make ????? Sunday afternoon, yo
DOA, bring it to me,
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