Lyrics:
hand before I get dressed
I'm counting up I can't do check to check they playing checkers while I'm playing chess
Riding round 40 glock concealed
Won't
(hahaha)
Sayin' I'm underrated, who made the ratings anyway?
Hundred million dollar thinker, you won't just pay me anything (uh)
Forty one millimeters,
backtrack
Bitches bustin like a blackjack
And her ass fat
Imma explorin
like I'm Dora With the backpack
Smackthat
Niggas see me trending like a hashtag
Baby
everything nigga
I'm a savage swear to God I'll step on these niggas
Big forty on me nah you ain't checking me nigga
If you ain't a real nigga you can't stand
hurry up, bang
Open your mouth 'cause here comes my wang
I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso
Born in a big top, magical mijisto
Dead body disco,
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
I don't care about the rest of her body though
She could be tall, fat, short, skinny, I don't know
But
enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong
you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long,
bob, hell yea I'm that tight
Peace to Big Freddy doing 40 to life
Quarter pounds and 8 balls, hustlers doing dirt
Snitches get stitches and bodies get
a.k.a. the 40 downers
Gets twisty, twisty, yak and brews
Black Rob flows is "Whoa!", Tha Liks is like "Whoo!"
Is there a doctor in the house cause
and we leaving it empty
She giving me top in the back of the renty
I'm money man like I'm money man perry
I play with the cat so you calling me Tom
These
some kid said I was there
Thеn they caused a riot (Tyler's here)
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
Of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed
to the forty ounce
Or the runts dat get stunted
By the blunts
This time I'm gonna take it down the line
To the ones that are ready
They be holdin' it steady
(Foundation)
Queensbridge Crew, forty busters, shorty busters
Vernon Posse, Good Fellas, you know how that go
My man Ill Will rest in peace forever, God
I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin' and rap
And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map
And lettin' you know, that it'll put you in
issues like a loose shingle
Call me Bob the Breaker
Tearing barriers like Trump haters
Ask Avril Lavigne about my music
I'm that sk8r boi
Hand is hurting
catch up I’m way ahead
Money fallin like it’s autumn make it rain up on your head (Yeah)
Shawty pull up in the night time
Driving ‘round listen to Fine
Bob nigga
Don’t slip don’t slide don’t slob nigga
Leaders don’t dick ride
Where yo pride nigga?
Instant star when I arrive
I’m Assad nigga
Prolly flew
Thoughts inside my dome
Wanna be the one to take you home
Baby I ain't got nowhere to go
I don't wanna spend Christmas alone
I'm getting tipsy off
of the things
That a Mercedes brings, like slow sex with fast women
Drinking cognac I'm past grinning
A sexy dress, fat ass in it
But still hit it till I'm
is don't get caught
Unless your hustle ain't breakin' the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We sittin' on 'em fat in the hood
I'm ridin'
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (woo)
Now I don't need nobody to do nothin' for me
Nigga, I'm bustin' for me (fire)
I went and got it
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