Lyrics:
punishment, she send 'em missin
My gun's my favourite bitch and
And she got permanent pms so she stay bitchin!
So I'm outside of the club and you think I'm
favourite bitch and
And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin!
So I'm outside of the club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off
Jahr'n den Erfolg prophezeit?
Ich war noch nie so nah an mei'm Lebensziel
Habe dieses Jahr 'ne
Wahnsinnstournee gespielt
Ja, und mein Major-Deal, er lief
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,
Pretty Bitch Bossin'
Feel like Bob Ross
Cos I paint a picture perfectly
With my eloquence
I'm making 5 star poetry
I write a verse
Then you recite
designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some
Bobby Ray
I mean my name B.o.B
When I'm on this mic I melt that fire
That's my job
I am a bomb
Try if ya want
Tick me off and I'm like lit up
So I
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
a mess
Clock beside the bed reads 2 pm
I'm still not dressed
You broke my heart already why'd you have to send that text
Just so we could meet up
And you
Want me to pull up?
I'll come and slide by 8 p.m.
And send a text to your DM
Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair
Two hunnid for your fuckin'
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope,
aquele PM deu na cara
Para que ele entenda que me deve mas a vida cobra
Fala baby baby, fala baby que ficou na vala
Só filho da puta que na luta nunca
and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
the reason why we're so fucked
'Cause by the time it's over, won't make the slightest difference
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
Leave Talk
Written By Emmanuel Idris A.K.A. Bobmanny
Intro:
Ehen!
Bob-ma-nny again
Hei hei hei
Ehen!
Bob-ma-nny on this
Hei hei hei
Ehen!
on: Olde, Gold, P.M., and Ides
I dip the joint into the brew so I can get high
And well, ya know what they say
I need a swig a day with ?
Down with
fortune and all the fame
And all the power
You could wish for
But sometimes your desires
Can lead to your demise
So be careful what you wish for
What
on my dresser
I got's to get paid, everyday, by the minute, by the second
Check it, I need to get to Houston
Need to get a Caddy sittin' on them deuce
satisfy me
(piano solo by Black Bob)
If you wanna somethin', smell like fish
Down in the alley you can find that dish
So take me down in the alley
So take
feelings
In the A.M
Cause by the P.M
Yeah they'll probably go away
You gonna tell me
Just how much you love me
Then watch how we turn it to hate
I'm out
around to it
My life is hanging by a thread
Bob your head 'till the last note hits
We're feeling fine for the sake of it
We made a bet, then we forfeited
some heebie jeebies in me
So my dear
Let me love you
Make me brand new
Love me booboo
Love me
Love you
Let me love you
Make me brand new
Love me
I popped a pill
Went straight to astronomy
Pulled up in a rock fit like Bob Sagat
Sip red with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be
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