Lyrics:
God made it if you want some love)
See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (you better know)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (I even touch myself
on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make
talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for
of luck"
He said, "Well if you can't pot the black, and you know it's not the cue
It may be time to ask yourself, what would Bob do?"
What would Bob do?
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids,
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids,
let's make a mill
Blessed by bob lets get the thrills
Blessed by bob that shits for real
Ringer ringer roses how you feel
Hit this blunt now let's get
sleepy?
How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me?
Yea, ha ha
(I love it) Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
Does he know
( I know that )
But pardon all my soul , that’s s all I please you ( that’s all I ask )
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ Bob
ass if you
Think this nigga sick as Cass
This nigga trash
And you wanna know what else
Rhyme with trash Dizaster? Ya cab-dispatcher
A swagless rapper
If you mad bout bih, I'm sorry, can't help it
Quit cuffin that bih, Nxgha that's selfish
Sip big drank shxt thick like Welch's
Smoke big gas, Wood
: Hey, listen, know who you could be if I gave you this little hat and this bag to go over your shoulder?]
[Anything Muppet #1: I could be a laundry
Peep how the words i be spitting accented by verbs pay attention
WELCH
Im Underrated slept on as if i'm NyQuil to be quite real
Don't give a damn how
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
(I love it when
B.O.B., baby, the fuck do they mean
I miss you niggas, let me speak the truth
I know they looking, so I make them stare
Turning they heads, getting out
But nowadays I don't know how to act
So now I feed the rats crack
Back and I'm statin the fact
I know you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up
pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)
Bob your head
with me everyday. And everyday I'm trying, you know, how I can be less of a mess. 'cause you know, he showed me, Look Lauryn, you know, You
to the hills y'all
Straight into my pocket, tired of the deals dog
Start my own label, keep the leaking sealed off
If you got a big mouth, then you might get
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
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