Lyrics:
Bob Weaver picks out his tailor-made
Looks at his watch it's getting late
He's at his desk now doing fine
He'll make the meeting just in time
Walking
who giggle walking by
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's
years to life in Bedford Hills
Cause Sheila Ryan shot Bob Bissett dead.
Three men jumped Sheila Ryan on the street.
All were armed one raped her in a van.
Feeling like Calvin when he got that job
Like bad girl Riri when she got that bob
Like the first black girl in the white school
Like the first rap
Pledge and slew them, then we'll shoot them
Bob holds back, he might be booted
Straight, just standin', he just watchin
Lessons learned, just never
Bob and weave
They say I'm bougie cause I don't move without a fee
From playin' on it to workin' all night
Chasin' dreams
Wanna pull out a hundred
Pretty as fuck and you bitches is not
Like fairly you bitches is odd
Like look at your hair like look at that fuck ass bob
Bitch a mess such a slob
far
I heard that shit and I went hard
I bow my head and pray to God
My heart hurting, I'm missing Bob
I'm calling Brodie for a car, ayy
Always knew
I never can tell when my time go come
I'm still on God
So i have to work
Imma soldier standing till i fall
Everything go set na turn by turn
Many
living like a outkast
I was proud to be nappy
And Chevy P. out the field had me proud to be blacky
Shit, didn't learn at all from my pappi
So growing up it
the light speed
ah, its what it is tho, ab original
I got so many styles, you see it
got me feelin like Outkast in '96
still bendin space corners in
by the twos for the vanguard
Just a little Common Sense and a lot of competition
Took me from a Lost Boy to a freestyle event
Over Swiss Beats bled
see me stroll by
In the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye
I'm sick now, I think I'm catching glaucoma
Standing on the corner, looking for weed donors
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali
Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix,
the silicone
Fuck it, I'ma build her a home
I'ma get my Bob the Builder on
I had to sеcure my home
And fuck what you said, i was on my own
Twin Glock nines, onе
Woo Woo Woo
Remix to Catch me outside
You know I'm bout to get live
Cause I'm from that 305
Aye Aye Let's Get It
Walking by faith and not by sight
Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds
Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you one by one, one for the little
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, now save poor Bob
gone
And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
of t'"Neddie"
I think she must have meant the bog.
Do you want a drink love?
She says "Aye rhebob, Hey Bob"
Hey Bob?
Tardy lass, Geordie girl,
With her crusty
I packed up my pick-up at seventeen
With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dream
Went from singin' in church
To singin' for tips in a honky-tonk
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
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