Lyrics:
wait to get the lexus truck i don't want the benz
These niggas so fugazi it seem like a trend
She a thotiana i can't make her my girlfriend
Todd gurley
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
I begin the ass kissin'
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
Only got a band-aid and an IV
curious and I'm serious
Drop by in a drop benz
So get money til' the world ends
So still face I won't been
So get a ring and call the fellas
'cause me
might wanna come and get you, bitch
Now everywhere you may see me surrounded by bad bitches like Rih-Rih
Got them booty shots, look like Nicki, face
you buggin' me like ziz ziz ziz ziz
Yeah, so what you mean?
Gotta get my queen, gotta get my mind right
I'm a fiend for the like, head to the light
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
space, that's illogical
The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks
Get away from the break gotta rap
Syndicate posse growin, goin out of control
You
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
the mouse crumbs
.223 right here, this'll keep the whole house warm
Then I skate by one of my hoes' house, girl, I gotta use your house phone
'Cause she
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
Woo!
I'm just tryna get my own
I'm up early in the mornin' gettin' it
By all means gotta get this dough!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
But every time I
Woo!
I'm just tryna get my own
I'm up early in the mornin' gettin' it
By all means gotta get this dough!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
But every time I
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
To pass the time
Bob Dylan is my father, Joan Baez is my mother
And I'm their bastard son
Though my roots show through I'm just twenty two
I don't belong to anyone
Hey, I want to see you dance like them girls in that Tip Drill video
Hey, let me see you get loose
Get loose, get loose, get loose
Hey, shawty,
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Soul power
Bring it on (I know you got soul)
Goin' on it get it
Gotta get it on
Goin'
poppin', man
I be on the move, gotta catch me when you can
Might see my face on the movie screen
Hypnotize you, frame-to-frame, and scene-by
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
chicken
My Porsche got stuck in traffic and
My girlfriend said get real
How dare you get me stuck here
How d'you think that made me feel
I got a Yamaha 5
Get your money, get your money
Get your money, get your money
Get your money, get your money
Get your money, get your money
Say you need some
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not
Discuss these gotta get a girlfriend by bob tom Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In