Lyrics:
a look, the only thing I see is
MY LIVE N**** IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y'all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
y'all n**** ready to do it
LET'S BLOW
on me and they left behind
They can come to baby
What's yours is mine just as long as they're fine,
All dem girl can't help it
Tell them one at a time
Billy Paul and Bobby Womack
We would've been friends
I'm sitting on five different strands
They won't make it to this weekend
If it's important
Call again
Beats is knocking, hooks is rare
Earned my spot, nobody ain't put me here
Burnt my block, I had a fiend cooking with beer
Like the Bobby Womack
Who's going to take your place there is nobody better
Oh, baby, baby, we belong together
I can't sleep at night when you are on my mind
Bobby Womack's
a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
[Bobby Digital]
Word's on the street Dunn Dunn
Loud lit cruising playing Bobby Womack
Why would I question my game?
Some of my hoes macking
Shorty wanna get that name down her lower back
She
the topic I drop it fuck around and leave 'em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit
Yeah, listen
Everybody wants to know what's goin' on in my life
But it's none of your business, every thing's alright
It's not the kind of car I drive
that I won't do
(What you wan' do?)
When you come and I get my hands on you
(Wait 'til I get you girl)
I'm Curtis Mayfield, Marvin
The new Bobby Womack
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
through ya hood bumpin' Bobby Womack
Old school, new school nigga, don't move
I run up right behind your ass
Letting off the tool nigga, what?
When you
(real niggas)
Lloyd, Floyd, niggas we miss (real niggas)
Al Womack, Spunk, World, and Fun (real niggas)
Goodfellas, 40 Busters, Young Guns (real niggas)
that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like bobby womack
Black wall street in hurr, nigga where the hoes at
We got
Pain from a rap cat
Man you didn't know that
Three AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack
My homie keep all his bullets hollow
That's why I smell like
Curtis Mayfield, Marvin, the new Bobby Womack
2012 freak shit, baby I'm all that
The touchin' and the teasin', the pleasure's the reason
I'm sure she'll
Jerome! Jerome! Put on that Bobby Womack!
Nah girl I wanna go way back, ahh yeah check this out!
Grab ya boys, a bite to eat, a couple Richie's
drums
Now let me ask you what it feel like
With a banana in your tail pipe
Immortal I walk the jungle with my balls showin
See me coming, better leave
the Leos
Distracted by the actors (Ha ha ha)
Distracted by the bright light
So life is movin' backwards (Woo, ayy)
You snapped dawg me and Bobby playin'
Bobby Boucher I tackle them till they punt
I'm just doing something they sayin I can't do
I'm not doing it for them tho
I'm in this thing for me yo
save the world
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
Hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with
drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now
of us know we never can find
Got me thinkin we oughtta be
1 together what's mine consider yours all I ask is just, keep it raw with me
Yea together we
them doors
Take yours
Take yours
It's yours
It's yours
Nigga what
Gotta kick down them doors
Take yours
Take yours
It's yours
It's yours nigga what
Gotta
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