Lyrics:
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
me butt
Strictly chucking my duce cus it's
A dub
Chuckin the duce cus it is up
Chuckling with you cus this was
Love
Struggling until we get it up
This
Come here but walk away cause I want you to stay
Baby girl just meet me by the bay
I’ll cook for you just like Bobby Flay
You wouldn’t even have
like SK why u cocky
Come in with the pump I make him pump his breaks not talking Bobby
On my mob shit to his head I hold the shotty
Road rage in
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
from a flask
Little bobby, just a youngin', skating was my hobby
Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery
Welfare, food stamps,
sweating me
Tired of the fake love, tired of the enemies
It's my bad luck, I've been playing with my penalties
Tired of the trap drill, got up on the melody
on somebody
Somebody gon' do that shit man shake it Ricky Bobby
I might just go and do that dance dance by myself
I might just go and get that Benz all by
Lemme shout out Bobby
'cause 6ix in there like "Oh my goodness"
Nah, I just did that for the adlib keep that
(Squad)
Yeah, oh my goodness, oh my
(Emotion)
Get inside, look in my eyes and show me emotion (emotion)
If you can't give me love, you can give me emotion (emotion)
(Emotion, emotion)
admirer sign it with this
A sonnet of love a gift from above cupid just hit me I brought my heart with me
Something in common like Bobby and Whitney giving
Cause this not a love song (Woah)
This is so long
You did me so wrong for so long, for so long
And so I doubt you
I doubt you even know what's on my
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the gypsy cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet
finish
Thursday, she tripping, club all night Friday
Stand by me, Whitney and Bobby, be my rock, girl
Paparazzi no freedom but at the house, girl
before
So steal a watch right off my wrist
Oh and shake me by the hand
We could disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get
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
I'm a fool when love's at stake
Because I can't conceal emotion
What I'm feeling's always written on my face
There's a gypsy down on Bleecker Street
I
you're at
Or at least it'll help you to feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
My head was out the window
Janey's fingers were in the cake
I
love me though so I love you back
And some shit I do is fucking whack
But you don't care about your hundred stacks
You just your fucking bobby back
nothing to prove and
Girl that's just like another illusion
What you had with the man isn't love it's confusion
You know by the way
Sit and argue with you
whose to care
And I go by the Lord, anywhere she's on my way
But I don't belong there
No, I don't belong to her, I don't belong to [Incomprehensible]
shit in the past
I’m number one at the top of my class
All of the spots have been filled in the draft
By my brothers, but we ain’t ever gonna crash, yeah
back
To the way that it used to
Be
Back to bobby's house and
Then my house
The asking What's your name
Pledging my love over soda pops
like a bad man I said come get me
Known to ball
I said I got it all
More writing on my body than a bathroom stall
Getting cash by the fist full
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