Lyrics:
over Spain Champagne in my veins Bobbly world Welcome to Moet World Lift off Bobbly lovely Moet Bobbly lovely Just like listening to Jeff Buckley
Public freak in a public city Bloombar girl say she nuh go leave me Public freak, public freak Loving yuh bobbly feel Man ah pop champagne yeah Cah
Run hard for my baby oh I keep stamping and I know that I'm gonna break the ground Bobbly Bobbly hard for my girl to make her smile I know what
Wake up when I'm zooted, feeling hungry eat some reeses Bobbly lee he teaches, now I met with treeshes Met her in the boro and she said her name was Isha
They call me the London Monster Wobbly, bobbly bum bum balls And I am a very Naughty boy For I like stabbing women Up the arse And as far as I can
dance Songs you got me singin' like my name was Bobbly Blubland Don't make me sing 'em 'cause the game you playin', baby, two can (Whatever) (All
up your wall Now your legs all wobbly Heads all bobbly Hairs messed up We ain't talking that much Baby what we gunna do I gotta make money moves
call my name Finna make a man go insane Drip Drip like I'm Bobbly Blane EY got a big big mash (Mash) Gotta get that that strap (Strap) Big mash never jam
rockin) play that nose biyatch ! dont bark in ur sleep u litle slag just play that nose no no we keep rokin we must continue to rock nobbly bobblys int
but it truth be told They're just too coconutty Lincoln, to bobbly And Rich Tea go soggy Malted Milk are for demons. For demons Take what you will from
that Pussy bobbly lashly I'm active I keep a 9 Plus I got a blicky that I'm packing Done came alive They like damn you used to be so Passive This man
msipende lazma tutokee lazma tutokee V for viper b for who? Bobbly swagger I know my Nigga he’s a sniper L for Lifers and a couple of riders dem man
later I get you probably Macarena my hatter i got em bobbly Get a taste of that paper and build a colony I could cook like caters and feed the poverty
Then Bobbly with a smile Said that soon they would be married But Sarah with a sigh And a twinkle in her eye Said they prob'ly never marry Bobby kept his
It's a hotbox yeah Talkin hot car with some thots yeah (Hot hot) Bobbly Axelrod with the shots yeah (that's a short bitch) It's a money heist, fuck
step in a puddle We hustle for rare airs we don't see many Bobblies and Pipens Grippies and Penny's Call it the Kanyets some takkies are legend I pulled
was so good like it's bobbly I know that no nigga is stopping me Even a cheetah couldn't follow me Even Jenga couldn't topple Even a printer couldn't
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