Lyrics:
went, uh
I stayed at my mentor's house, Solomon
And then I stayed back at my Godparent's house, Mary Jo and Bernie, I love ya'll
Uh, Mary Jo, I'm sorry
I'm a fool when love's at stake
Because I can't conceal emotion
What I'm feeling's always written on my face
There's a gypsy down on Bleecker Street
I
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
A wayward and languid cry a fleeting and furtive sigh
From the cradle to the grave a love to desire and crave
Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my
fly away out of view Don't give up, it's too soon, drive by to drive-thru
Bobby, why you got the blues? You made it out the mud, got the bread for
Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed.
And she's staring down their desires, while they're staring down her dress.
And my
attack
I'm a real troop-trooper aiming for the top
And with you by my side big dollars I'll clock
Oh, girl
As long as I've been giving my love to you
as long as I've been givin' my love to you
You should be givin' me your love, too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool
a wayward and languid cry a fleeting and furtive sigh
from the cradle to the grave a love to desire and crave
Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my
a gypsy
There's a magic within me from
The seeds that you've sown
And when the wind decries your
Need I'm never cold
'Cause I just close my eyes to
Dream
motherfuckers
Bitches we love you motherfucka
Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
Laid the fuck up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from Miami
every Saturday night.
Well times were hard for the working man
Daddy tried to understand.
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl
motivation
I remember lil' Bobby, lil' B
Man, I wish that I could be a dog in a rich family
Oh, how nice would that shit be? my life a catastrophe
Now my
would rather be with me
I'd rather be tipsy
And hanging around with my Gypsy's
By the look on her face she would rather be with me
I give her all she
wishing on the stars) up above
And being so in love
(Johnny) no no he'll never do
(Bobby) no it isn't him too
They would never no they'd never
heart away from me
But you are a fucking bitch
I hate you gypsy witch
I curse the day I've met you, oh yeah
Truly, deeply, madly yours
I'm bewitched by
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
Cause I don't love you no more
Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me
You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby
Jim Duke shoot, then
Come here darling
Now don't you cry
I never meant to hurt you
Though I was just passing by
See I'm a drifter
A road runner
With gypsy blood
Just a passin' for pussy I'm tryin' to get up in the spleen
This is my mentality rappin' at nineteen
Back in Maryland just tryin' to break out
I do it I suppose
Bitches love my name
And I come through with a Rove'
'Cause I'm so fly but they call
My god like I'm Hov'
Oh, now we in Miami with
ha ha ha-ha-ha, fuck you.
Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what's up, to the cobras, x-men, and
Counts,
And everybody with clown love, even sucks I
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
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