Lyrics:
that's a secret
Baby, I'll build you up
Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
I'd build you up
Girl, I need to know for sure you're mine
I
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I always want you with me
I'll play Bobby and you'll play Whitney (all along)
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That's how much I'm in love wit chu
you had me once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you wit me
I'll play Bobby and you play Whitney
(All long) if you smoke I smoke
running through your hood
I'm feeling like I should, I wish a motherfucker would
Bobby be my name
I'm 'bout to run a train
On this girl with all my
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60's.
And more than our names got changed
As the 70's slipped on by.
Now we're 80's ladies.
There ain't been much these
Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift
Whole squad hide the burners (whole squad)
Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
They watch me like
I make that shit for the streets
you just gotta hit play
Straight outta Compton
I got it just like I'm O'Shea
Stay in the field
Balling like bobby
were good friends of mine
Mary took her life in a hotel room
Brian hung himself from a cell in the tombs
Bobby jumped in front of a subway train
been here for 28 years
Poundin' sweat beneath these wheels
We tattooed lines beneath our skin
No surrender, my Bobby Jean
And we've been burned by
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
old
She's not still a butterfly
Ready for the net
Bobby the fifteen
Is turning strong and growing soft
As can be seen by his patience with
guy by the things he'll like to do
Like walking in the rain (like walking in the rain)
And wishing on the stars (and wishing on the stars) up above
believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA
Bitch, I'm a star
Put my dick in ya mouth
Choppin' with blades
I'm Bobby Flay
I'm out to get paid
I sip lemonade, all in the shade
I'm handin' out fades
in the lobby
Call me Brett, cause I'm rocking
And yo bitches smells like Wasabi
Put it in the cart fushikagi
Bitches man, name is Bobby
Fuck yo hoe
seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's
MC epitome, but these ducka sucka muthaf**kas trying to get rid of me
But if you decipher my lyrics,
yeah, yeah
(Yeah) woo, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah) woo, woo, (yeah) woo
Bobby Valentino
When I get up all in ya (yeah)
We can hear the angels
By the luxuries of this world so I behave
Like a man inside the grave
Who's life is lost
I want the promised gold but can't afford the cost
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
Weathered and hollowed out by your mistakes
Oh Bobby, baby, we all know the truth
You were looking for love in all the bad that you’d do
Bobby, baby, we all
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
Bobby Boucher I tackle them till they punt
I'm just doing something they sayin I can't do
I'm not doing it for them tho
I'm in this thing for me yo
you like bobby
Come and Stroke me from the back zaddy
You can Choke me way harder than that zaddy
Trynna make me catch a case
They gone judge me by my
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