Lyrics:
and Weavin’ hoes
6 months I guess I dumped 6 bitches in a row huh
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ hoes
Tired of provin’ niggas that a Don
My first concert was b.o.b.
I was 14 im tryna see the magic in me
Johns mom drop us off so hype to get out we spilled out
That car
Grindin with
Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist
(A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist
(The purist)
I made
forceps
Now in my own head I feel like a tourist
My people don't want me I feel like I'm Boris
They want me to rap they want me to flow
They tellin me bro
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday
consent
To build a statue of Sam Houston as a lasting monument
Yeah the Raven was a hero, the city so ordained
Not to mention mega tourist bucks, out there
to rise
I'll chase you off of this earth
I got dreams, of holdin' a Nine milla, to Bob's killer
Askin him why as my eyes fill up
These days I can't
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
on having his craic on this sunny day in June
Saying do the do the do the Bob Marley
I'll sit back relax today
My troubles and my worries won't be getting in
Deadliest school shooting since Sandy Hook
On Valentine's Day yesterday in Florida, it tore legs
It's 5:30 AM, the news has been on since I've been
Like memories of yesterday (day, day, day)
Ninety-six gon' be that year
Nine, nine, ninety-six gon' be that year (yeah)
Ninety-six gon' be that year
Like memories of yesterday (day, day, day)
Ninety-six gon' be that year
Nine, nine, ninety-six gon' be that year (yeah)
Ninety-six gon' be that year
messing around)
I got six more Billy Bob boards they're trying to wipe out
Past days are clapping they're bones
Clubbing around you
Your porn's made with
On the seventh day of Kushmas my true love give to me
Seven brand new dealers
Six little grinders
Five different strains
Four Juicy Jays
Three RAW skins
Two roach
That day he wanted to dive
That day he wanted to dive, six feet under
« Maybe that window would fit »
« Maybe that window would fit », was his
the ways of the heaven
God create the earth in six days rest on seventh
First was the man then the woman on the second
One day the father coming down, just
ain't my first rodeo
He caught two shots, I call that shit a doppio
My niggas poppin', so don't try the oki-doke
They with the six, they ain't on OVO
to listen
There's no light at the end, I'm not optimistic
I said Mr Bob the builder won't you fix my soul
Please Bob won't you fix my soul
I said Mr Bob
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true today
Came true today
Came true today
Yes, it did
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All good
with me in this bitch you dig, that's one 'til infinity
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga 'til the day I die
I fuck with
dont stop work just for fun, every day I go dumb
24 hours le mans yeah
Crodies gon hop in a foreign
Feel like Kawhi when I’m scoring
Budak bandar bukan
to listen
There's no light at the end, I'm not optimistic
I said Mr Bob the builder won't you fix my soul
Please Bob won't you fix my soul
I said Mr Bob
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