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head to toe like I was Bob
Bob the builder baby
I be dirty dancin wit these hoes like I'm Pat Swayze
But I could lob a bitch off to the gang call me Tom

back that ass up and bounce
My fist
A Kilimanjaro by the way I keep rocking it out
I been the one
After that nigga get stupid don't know how to count

via phone conversations
I mix and match 'em, platinum and gold links
A perfect combination like when Pusha and Gold link (Pusha and Gold link

Blackman in Effect

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment

1990

the morning I'm yawning  at noon is when I wake up 

Make up my bed break up the bread and said 

Scratching my head  why am I so damn intimidating? 

Is

Voices making choruses that link corpses in a sea of noises
Life is a season in fire
I laugh with understanding at your idiot thoughts

Cartier lens, Blink
Cuban my chain link
Pull up in fur, Minks
Drive and I lean, Drinks
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm making money moves
I made the money move
I

Only way is through me
Yeah it's only me
I'm the key the missing link
I'm the missing link
Gatekeeper you must pay
Oh yeah you gotta pay
There's no

warmth, a sense of home. 

Through ups and downs
Side by side 
Together we can link up, 
When our guards are down
It's the holiday spirit 
Spread the love

fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football

Summer Time

Christi Warner

I Found My Rhythm

2008

the backyard
Working on a feast of barbeque
Aha aha ? kids are playing in the pool
Aha aha ? Uncle Bob?s so drunk again

Verse One

Beautiful, grand wide open

- it's all yank
Everything I see is free with this thang
Money Big, boy - Tom Hanks
Someday I want the chain with the No Limit tank - uhh!
Smoke stank

Never Recover

Drake

Drip Harder

2018

teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season or somethin'
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun

life of sin
Can you give the boy a halo?
Can you give the boy a bly?
I'm just tryna get by, always told me lies
Now they stood outside, pray I demise

a million dollars
You won't here me holler
Save a prayer for me
Once I had some religion
But I kept the Bible in the kitchen
And left the cross by the sea

attached
Married to the game, got a season pass
You was ahead but I’m EZ-Pass
From Decatur to Tifton
I make love with a mink on i'm top floor
You need a key

trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya

to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go

Jingle Bells
Original Music and Lyrics by James Lord Pierpont
Additional Music and New Lyrics by Peter Link

Dashing through the snow
In a one

Malone 
And the Social Club Band
Bob Luhr was in the house
We had a St. Louis jam
By the end of the night 
I had me a job at BB’s
700 hundred south

the season double up nigga you playing with demons a1
Whoa i had to chef me up thirty cards i had to chef me up thirty slips 
If you kick me a BOA it'll never

a freestyle
I Pull up widda blick I ain’t got time to bob n weave now
I hit her with this d*ck I grab her bob n pull her weave out
Got McFlurrys not by gram you

to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me
shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed,
she's comin' home with me

[Cuban Link]
(verse one)
me and thugs up

Karma

Mood

Doom

1997

links that hardly play
It could be Auste, let's do this in a large way
I want to see the Amazon basing
To set out to gather my thoughts into a calm

multiply the figure, Link up with cuz, the swisher sweeter
Accurate to measure, by the millimeter, I'm on my munchie, and the dinner's sweeter
She lookin'