Lyrics:
party
They drinkin' that more Bacardi, the music is hard body
They puffin' that Bob Marley, that ganja
The aunts and the mommas even ready for drama like
Club
Bermuda's, flip-flops and a tank top tan
He popped his first top at 10 a.m., (That's Bob!)
He's our president
We're checkin' out the girls
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
We
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
don't care, no I don't care, there's a magic, baby in the air
And Bob told me I can be free if I find the love that's inside of me, let it be
My heart
Bob Hall/ Chris Youlden-Chrysalis Music Ltd.
I've been a long way from home and I can't sleep at night
I've go a funny feeling something just ain't
the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight.
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all
of tomorrow's pain
Ain't you glad you came
Drinkin' games goin' in the horse stalls
Two step under the disco ball
Billy Bob's blowin' on his duck call
It's
of the road, king of the road.
Tumbling Tumbleweeds
(Bob Nolan)
See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting
Más arriba que Bob Marley
Mundo magic como Bambi
Flow como Gibby de iCarly
Soy el Guasón ando en Harley
Más arriba que Bob Marley
Mundo magic como
in and swim deeper
In this game of no shirts versus skins, she wins
Don't know where to begin I'm just trying to keep up
High on some Bob Marley
and take it flag
Billy Graham prayed for it
Jerry Jones paid for it
It's hard to talk about and not brag
Lucchese boots walked across it
Billy Bob's
on black mamba crown on, Bob Marley
Wrist on Yo Gotti fox
Ma' don't you call me too late for sorry
Your life like ‘The Truman Show’
Likes on your IG
That
here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now
Just keep you in it
And never listen to what the industry say
Don't be a typical artist, be more like Jay
Russell, Barry Gordy, Quincy Jones
Bob Johnson,
and the homies
Ah! Lot of money, arm
Leg what the engine cost me bo-Bob Marley
Reefer in the glove compartment
Lean, syrup coughin', I'm dead, nigga, coffin
This
walk
Bob broke both his legs
Bing can't walk
Bob broke both his legs
You're the one that I'll remember most of all tonight
Someone let go of my
life
I can only imagine that's fucked up
I can only imagine, Uncle Bob
Life's about decisions man
It's in your hand and you got it
Just take control if
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
with it
She gon' go up off a Martini
I need it all, don't want the half
I don't slow step we be in the foreign
She gon' bob until her throat stretch
Oh,
up off a Martini
I need it all, don't want the half, I don't slow step
We be in the foreign, she gon' bob until her throat stretch
pull up, door
100 % nacional
Eu não pago pal
Pra gringo
Mc de bobs normal
Não reclama tá fluindo
Concorrência passa mal
Papo de beef vencido
Meu estilo é
all over my city with bees in it
No traffic, they'll swarm to the club in three minutes
And if they late, I bob and weave niggas
Always whippin'
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