Lyrics:
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'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be
Blending my heart, yea straight with the wind
Bae you fucked up, you did it again
You took my little heart, you threw it to wind
Yea, you did it again
Don't
you must face your own fate
no straight path so is life nothing is straight
maybe one day you'll wake up and realize
you the live by the sword you die
doin' your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up
rich by myself, I want us to all win (let's go)
I done turnt it up I'm known for walkin' (walk walkin')
I'm livin' a double life I feel like Clark Kent
up
Can't trust nobody, can't let 'em get me caught up
Get up in my way he gon' get his head bust
Bob their head to my music, but don't feel my pain
front of my name on IG
Why? cause I call my own shots
I don't need no lip
I don't listen, do it by myself
Going straight to the top
I tell all of my
just say no
But nobody makes a fuckin' move until I say so
That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be
Kids when you grow up who the fuck you wanna
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
I popped a pill
Went straight to astronomy
Pulled up in a rock fit like Bob Sagat
Sip red with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be
on Chandelier
Man, I just feel stoned like i'm fuckin Bob Marley
Fuck you, I hate you, you lied by looking me straight in my eyes
And when you flexin', it seems
smoke
The mics you struck, was held by ducks
You want to light my mic, hold up, you're outta luck
and time, chant this rhyme as I tell ya
Front on the mic
short talking to your mother
Sticking straight up, a barometer of pleasure
It was the softest wool I ever pulled
Perfect cover for facial manoeuvres
call yerself a second mate,
An' cannot tie a bowline;
You cannot even stand up straight
When the packet she's a rollin'.
Collected, I believe, by A. L.
I'm bob marley
Eat these beats
Swear I been starving
Time to rage
Let's get it started
This straight energy
Powered by my enemies
I don't even really
to the exit
Word up and I thank this, the one man skit
I want to pop nuff shit
I want to pop nuff shit, word up straight up
No falsehoods, n othing ain't made
We got bitches by the load and they all fucking for some cash
Lil bitch was in the back rachet as fuck shaking her ass
Pills got me moving slow but
You gon’ and get what you deserve
If you pay your bills up by the first
I like Del Sol on your shirt
I got the bag going to get your purse
Some
Junction they can't stop calling my phone
Tryna negotiate on my prices I'm straight up blocking your digits
Bob the Builder in the trap keep the hammer
the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
on chinchilla
Stacked up a fucking Milla
Call me Bob the builder
Your girl I filled her
These tribulations scarface
Welcome back kids straight mase
Crime scene
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
Fix my eyes on the cross
Fix my eyes on the boss
I ain't tryna flop no
Wait my time get the gwop
Build my house call me bob
Ya dun know
Spit hard
in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my
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