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of her social advances
And presented her with this choice
"Bernice, bob your hair
You've persistently declared this intention
Do you dare
Wooin'" (Woo)
She said she's seen' me around (yup)
She said she love what I'm doin' (I love it)
She said, "Do you remember me?" (Me)
"You was a friend
careful
(Be careful, be careful)
When you're out there having fun
Just remember I'm number one
Take care of
Take care of me
Gotta do what you do
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
look
you do it all by the book
you a clone now hoe this ain't dial Jones
now hurry on home or give a dog here a bone
no point intended
yo shit
than this shit
Like what you gonna do about that
Like oh yeah, that's right yawl aint do shit
They tryna lock me up, and they rubbing me up and they
bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Uhh-huh
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot,
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot,
you out
If you talking reckless then I make you close your mouth
Cause I give em that shit that they need to hear
Don't care about reactions
Making this
realise what his music do
It allows Bob Marley to live in shine through you!
Let his music open your mind
He just want you to have a good time
Through all
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Bobby, honey...
Bobby, we've been
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
Christmas like 2 months a year
Scrollin' through
my iPhone
Strolling through the mall
You walked right by I didn't notice you at all
Every day around this
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday
Charge your phone at McDonald's
Eat 3 meals for $8 at McDonald's
Be asked to leave McDonald's cause whatever Custard Bob got you strung out on gave you
and that's that (huh)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile
I like your style, I like your style
I ain't gon' lie, I need you (woo)
Don't let me in it
dont care bout no mothfucking hoes cuz all they do is hold me down,
yea i dont care bout beef,young nigga getting the cash.
Hakuna,Matata my darling[my
claymation
Fuck it! I got better to do
But I don't care!
I'll leave you shitting bricks, motherfucker
I know you're scared
Wow, a fucking bush painting!
Sidney crosby
I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate
We be couped like Audi
Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti
I told you before, I'm a rap star
Fast car,
Boosting up our tolerance
With Over Dose On Confidence
Music has me hype
So there's no need for the compliments
See you've been acknowledging
That
painting a picture like Bob Ross
Another day, another canvas
Packing up my blunts with cannabis
Getting high you cannot come close to me
Getting high I'm
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What ya
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