Lyrics:
they got Moose and Bear and eagles flying free
Deer stands hunting shacks campfires kicked back
Good people the farmer stopped by with a fresh sweet corn
Brandon Miller
Yeah
Giving straps to killers
In the red with the dead
I'm a walking thriller
Keep the hammer by my side
Bitch I'm bob the builder
Heavy
many dead and gone from their pride
All my life been moving on
Too many lies
Keep my faith and keep the real
By my side
I got some thoughts I'll keep
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so
Make the woofers
fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
face
With garlic peanut hummus the
Hardest lesson learned
While my varsity sports team
That never succeeded
My rhymes ain’t good?
My rhymes
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
I treat it like a resort
You know I'm bailing
I'm a beast on the court
Yep
I treat it like it's a sport
These Niggas talking
They can keep their
this even'
What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court."
Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle
Where I found shelter from the cold
"Bob ain't Hip-Hop" I don't know why, I guess it must be the stage name
Now put me on the track with any M.C., motherfucker know you better bring your
be really you
Is there anything time can't do
David Foster's been promoted, he's a decent sort
Peter's gone to Dad's old Public School, it's good
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
to cap on you,
I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be through
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east Oaktown
I be having my way
I went to MIA 3 times this year just to look at the waves
Yea
I be having my way
I went to MIA 3 times this year just to look
ancestors was raped by somebody white
I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
I'm black so I like
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
Hahahahahhahahaha
Yeak like how this one sound in the headphones
B.O.B
A.G.T. type shit, bitch
Up Next Rec. hoe
She wanna fuck on the kid
But that be
the suburbs
And livin' off in the woods.
So maybe I could do what I want now.
And everything will be all good.
Been thankin' bout
Buyin' a couple ponies.
is by the brick here
Like fuck a good day, this a good year
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never
Back then, I scrambled hard wit the trap gods
Now I twist, fronto and Bob’s in my backyard
Figured out, the life I lived was a whole facade
Shit
transistors will play
Come into bed is the move
Dolby sound will be then top crowned
When I put the needle into your groove
I got a good thing and in full
transistors will play
Come into bed is the move
Dolby sound will be then top crowned
When I put the needle into your groove
I got a good thing and in full
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