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B. Inspired

Bugzy Malone

B. Inspired

2018

Gonna need me to live for this
They're gonna need me to live for this 
Otherwise I'm a hypocrite
All that I ask is you be inspired
Be inspired
Be

Too Much on It

Lunasicc

A Million Words, A Million Dollars

1998

to trip on this
I'm the new keep
Meanin I'm the Shis-I-T
Gettin gone in the head like Bob Marley
Now, all the real playaz let me see yo hands
Tell me

chill and then go smoke a blunt

I'm feeling pretty decent got my head up on my shoulders
Supported by your pillow laying stoned up like a stoner
Just

This is a massively underrated sound
Deep gong African core, so let me break it down
Long as I'm alive I gets mine, no time to wait it out
Energy, no

Malone 
And the Social Club Band
Bob Luhr was in the house
We had a St. Louis jam
By the end of the night 
I had me a job at BB’s
700 hundred south

to earn my nine to five
Or work for my demise hurtful with the lying eyes 
Privatize my life and get divided hide the cyanide 
Vitalized get inspired by my

street cred
Sprinkled with street cred
Nah! Sprinkled with street cred!
Rush!
Chance
Quick
Romance
Touch
Feel
Lust
For real!
Aw tackled by this nonsense

and wilting fronds 
The stems and leaves thrum and bob 
The walls dissolve and we are alone 
Into a space all our own 

You and me, together stranded at sea

Words and Music by :  Bob Flick-Dick Foley-Mike
Kirkland/John Paine

This is a story about a hip frog.
And we're gonna pick up on it now and
he's

Billy Bob
Eat a couple beans make a motherfucker level up

Been at it for a minute, what you talking bout? 
I do this for my hood and drop my verses like

They battle me they wouldn't last an hour
My 16s like 16 bullets shoot like Bob Swagger
And it gets deeper than that
This is music from the soul so it's

about cash 
I gotta get to the mula 
Fuck being broke 
Boy it cost to wear medusa 
Mtg & krus
Whitedogg & Quest 
Got me feeling like B.O.B 
Best

Lemme start off by just saying was good ladies & gentlemen
And welcome side the mind of a lyricist, thanks for dropping in
I hope you all enjoy

producer
P. J. Samuel, gave his only begotten beats to bob the heads of them all"
Can I get an amen?

You in the book now
Come with the hooks how
VPC round

veggietales shit
Water buffalo Bob the tomato
Fuck all your karate shit
I know taekwondo sir I told you so

My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders

1st verse

Sorry, yawl, I’m not Cardi B
Or whoever else you came to see
I’m Ally Vyne the only me
With a dash of Freddie & Dixie Lee
But copying

could tell by the cold shit that's on my neck that I'm winner
I'm ready for the summer nigga
Dreads long
Dick longer nigga
I fuck yo bitch and then I ask

sanity cracks, all cap no facts
King of the playground, but still the most hated (Mhm)
Bob the builder built my fucking mansion (That's facts)
Gore-tex

envisioned by bob ross
Im decoded
And I explored it
So I made crack da code to explain all these different realms

don't run
The Ventures. Bob Boggle & Don Wilson
The Chantay's Pipeline and The Lively Ones
The Riviera's' California Sun
Jan and Dean two girls for

them niggas winning from sinning

They scamming, I’m famished

I might vanish from the damage caused by anguish

I don’t give a fuck about opening up

that bloke he's so odd
A gross slob that coasts by with no job
And he boggart the joint and I ain't even go hard
Whats that I just go sideshow bob
My

You know, I don't drink that much,
 You know, I ain't got no chill for real
I'm leaning I need a crutch

Painted all over her grill, I'm nasty, I ain't

you I was sent down by the Almighty Bob 

OLD THRASHBARG:
To be our Sandwich Maker

VILLAGERS:
You are our Sandwich Maker

ARTHUR:
So Grarp the Baker