Lyrics:
I'm just going through some things, I just want you by my side
I know, I'd try the same for you, but it's up to you decide
It's only 7 pm, maybe you
time now she say she me type
Hit it one time now she staying by my side
Yeah, life feels like a dream, be confusing it with sleep
I be making money while
take it any time
Just pour it in my glass
Every weekend I ain't ever lie
Cause you a different type of woman I won't classify
Just support me when I need
of nigga
A new type of nigga
A sell out surrounded by wealth
You should have been one of the greats
Now you just sound like everyone else
Hello?
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
And my slippers jack triple where my five light
As a all-star I made so many highlights
Touchdown field goal this my night
She the wild type ready for
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
real tight
Sexy Cutie the type that suit me
Got me stunned by her natural beauty
Gettin by so she can't refuse me
lyrical excuse so she start
at outside can I come by I pull up I get no reply
Big amounts they in my hand damn I been saucin wit the bands
Still a never pop a xan and I stay away from
Its 11 pm I'm feeling wasted
Got a girl by my side she hella tasty
But the love is real so the sex is so amazing
She keeps it low key, but she shows
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
wanna be your friend
And I don't trust you
One thing I hate about a sucker
They always end up gettin'
Offended by my hustle
And I put it out on the line
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
Leave Talk
Written By Emmanuel Idris A.K.A. Bobmanny
Intro:
Ehen!
Bob-ma-nny again
Hei hei hei
Ehen!
Bob-ma-nny on this
Hei hei hei
Ehen!
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
shit on my hat, racks no store scene
Kept them hater on they job by cashing out on new cars
Trying to stop the kid but they can't Sideshow Bob
Prettiest
a friend i got sauce for two
We was walkin in the rain now we coppin coupes
Call me bob the builder how im pulling out the tool
If you talkin bout some cash
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob
is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt that
This is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt
Real demons, ya i see em everytime
Keep a choppa always by my side
Real Street nigga i aint ever lie
Real Demons Bitch i got em evil vibes
Real
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