Lyrics:
Albert Pujols
Everybody wanna hear me talk that
Money like Phil Rizzuto
But my mind is on Pluto
Bills that I do fold, I now invest on
Trying to find some
Think I'm Bobby boy
Think I'm Bobby boy
Think I'm Bobby boy
Think I'm Bobby boy
Think I'm Bobby boy
Think I'm Bobby boy
Think I'm Bobby boy
Think I
fast I'm right here above you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
Ain't no lover but you ain't no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter
of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound
even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
murderers, because we kill time
I knock her lights out, and she still shine
I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running back
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
the boy like, "Woo"
Comin' for the boy like, "eee"
Everybody want a little bit of the way that I do it, they do it, but not like me
Bitch, I got the gang
of a Range
But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin
She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I
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
at the record plant
The record plant?
Yeah
Oh, bobby sherman records here
I just love bobby sherman and david cassidy
Do you know david cassidy?
No, i...
Have you
of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound
blame it on Chuckie
But this is child's play, motherfucka!
Aw, fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me
When I
Everything you do
But I kno u gotta man at home
Deeply in love with you
You kno how the saying goes, girl
Whats ur man got to do with me?
See u could come over
Ah ah ah its your boy Bobby Shmurda aka I think that I'm Tom Cruise man
Straight out the motherfuckin tombs, man ah ah ah
Free all my real niggas, ya
years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
-And Teddy, too
Or Peter or Stephen-
-Or even you
Ooh!
And then there's
nothing better to
You've got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody hurt, nobody harmed
Nobody's business but my own
dor-are-are-are-k!
A double-dork butt rash
There's one in every crew -- do you know who you are?
We know, but we won't tell you
We don't want to hurt your feelings
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
(Stop playin' wit 'em, Riot)
Grrah
Shittin' on bitches my hobby
I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby
of hell
Said, "If you don't shut her down I'll haul y'all in
You're breakin' the law, son"
But Mama just grins
Says, that's alright, get you some ribs
have to tell you (Oh, Marilyn)
Bobby's been telling you lies
And you know that smile is just a disguise
Well hey Blondie, the big boys are bastards
I
Putin work like i'm training for a marathon
Tony Hawk way I skate money like Tony Starks
Zero bars but I give goosebumps like Travis Scott
Do not start I
of the living dead
? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
Fuck it, blame it on chuckie
But
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