Lyrics:
Robert, darling
Bobby
We've been trying to call you
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Amy...
Marry me?
What?
Marry me?
Huh?
You said it before, we're just alike
Why don't we, Amy?
Why don't we, Robert?
Bobby, Bobby
Bobby
I'm the MC with the nasty mouth
Dem feel like is pure slackness alone I can talk about
I know me Roots and Culture
Who is the route Robert Nesta?
So put me down there where I wanna be
Plant my feet with Robert E. Lee
Bury my bones under a cypress tree
And never let me roam
The cotton balls
Elizabeth Taylor
Who bark him gun - Robert Wagner
Who send fi Nico an' di one Cat
Him say mi big, mi broad
Mi massive an' mi large
Fabulous Nicodemus, him no
You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write, but you can't edit
You don't have no
could never understand a black man
Don't take it no more
If you see Robert Johnson, you too Robert Marley, Robert Mugabe
Now tell him I hear
If you
generated I'm
General in the generation these better pay me
I don't want no job for the Nero
I don't wanna rob for the Nero
Boy I need a Robert De Nero
I
Corleone avec Alk' qui coffre les corps
J'ai le plan depuis longtemps négro, s/o Robert
Pour moi, ils mentent, devant la cage, j'lacke pas s/o Robert
Ekip
twenty, two shows out in Europe (Europe)
I'm a good fellow 'cause I'm after dinero (Robert)
Married to the money, fingers wrapped in some zeros (zeros)
have a cousin named Robert, Robert was a robber
Until my partner snitched on him and my cousin got called up
First he was tried, then he was convicted
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
dog food feel like I'm FamGoon (12 can't stop us)
He not a made man, he actin' like Robert De Niro (he just actin')
Nigga I'm paid yeah, but I need
on the biggest mission of my life
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Robert]
I need somebody to hold
[Mike]
Need somebody to talk to when I'm out on the road
and a brain
Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept in Jesse's bed
And he laid poor
broke
Black dudes so it ain't got nothing
To do with the money
And it takes me back to a story
That she told me where her
Father, Robert Kardashian,
don't wanna touch
Just smoke my cigarette and hush
Don't call my name, don't call my name
Roberts alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-Alejandrx, Ale-Alejandrx point
ma vie
Je veux rapper dans ma vie
—
J’élève le niveau jusqu’à devenir dyslexique, multi syllabique
J’écris le petit Robert je fais des rimes si
it though
Oh, it might explode
It's too late for General Custer
Too late for Robert E. Lee
Get back on it, get back on it
It's too late for
it though
Oh, it might explode
It's too late for General Custer
Too late for Robert E. Lee
Get back on it, get back on it
It's too late for
a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I'm low as a paid assassin is
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up
You know I can't
and a brain
Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept in Jesse's bed
And he
Cindy Oh Cindy
Performer：The Highwaymen
Composer ：Robert Nemiroff / Burt D'Lugoff
Lyricist ：Robert Nemiroff / Burt D'Lugoff
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