Lyrics:
cant see B.I.G. wit telepathy
the recipe of picture hardcore wit a gun
pimpin aint easy but it's always fun
when I bust my nut
I bust em one by one
so
in just one little room with only a table and a chair
As happy as I'd be in a kingdom by the sea darling if you're there
[ Bobby ]
And I could be rich
lying dead somewhere (Choctaw County affair)
Well, I do not deny I wished Cassie would die
When she threatened us with blackmail
She said she had
her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She
remember these sweet words, "`till death do us part"
I married many men, a ton of them
Because I was untrue to none of them
Because I bumped off every
shit
I do my own shit
Fuck all them niggas I used to roll with
I know you used to see me with niggas
But that's that old shit
Real nigga, quick
an angel sent down from above
And Ray Charles was shot down
But he got up to do his best
A crowd of people gathered round
And to the question answered "yes"
we meet
I'm talkin' 'bout you, nobody but you
I do mean you now
I'm just trying to get a message to you now
Let me tell you about a girl I know
money, so sing a song of sixpence
The cavalry's not coming
But, sir
Alex, listen
There's only one way for us to win this
Provoke outrage,
word
Close your eyes, you are an angel sent down from above
And Ray Charles was shot down
But he got up to do his best
A crowd of people gathered
Little red wagon, little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you monkey around
Stick with me baby and we'll never be found
Peaked at # 2 in 1940, with competing versions by Dinah Shore at # 17 and by Bobby Byrne
at # 19
Later charted by Perry Como (duet with Eddie
Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real
Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil'
Fame change, the family loves the way it is
Fame
It might seem what I like
But it's not everybody wanna get
But they don't got discipline
Bobby on that ish again, got big M's like Michigan
Don't
You've been calling in me every day
Ever since my Bobby went away
You've been knocking on my front door
And I know just what you're looking for, but
catching a flight
Land yesterday when it hit my device
Bobby Boucher
Both of my parents was tweakers that's truth though
So I grew up outta two door
But we
'm nice
I know I'm walking the path of greatness
No compass
Not Atheist, but the bars reside with Satan
Chokin' the mic, releasing my frustration
Rather do
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
to make you crazy
I'm not the devil just a dude
Baby girl I know that you
Could do better than me maybe
But its too later, you already love me
Yeah its
do)
I gotta be what I be (gotta be what I be)
'Cause in the end, goddamn
I gotta be real
Like Bobby B, yeah (gotta be real like Bobby B)
do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin' the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin' vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent
a baby 'cause the dolphins make me cry
Well there's nothing I can do
I've been looking for a girl like you
You look at me, you've got nothing left
do you too!
You remember utah...
You know what happened...
Jaws!
Advance romance
People I am through
I'm through...
Potato-head bobby was a friend
so high
Yes the grass would start growin' again
(But daddy what if I stopped lovin' you what would happen then)
If you stopped lovin' me then
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