Lyrics:
on my dick
Bob on my dick (face)
I'll get to the guap and the chips
This shit ain't a lot but wait til i'm flippin it all and i'm rich
Yo already all
bitch
Goin' up
Drippyc bobs
seat
Come on down with the lords, get ready to get busy
Knahmsayin? ain't no party like this party nowhere near this party
So this must be the party
So
to get myself together
I might speed off like dis nascar
Yea bitch this a fast car
Goin 140 over 50 wit this semi or my math wrong
Nah this ain't no
packing well we packing too
Ain't Bob the Builder but still got them tools
Niggas be thinkin they real as shit 'til they realize they just boo boo the fool
the bruises to prove it
Takin my pain turn it into music
Fucked up in the brain really goin thru it
They don't bleed the way I bleed
Hmmm
They ain't seen
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
ain't tryin to fall off
We ain't goin nowhere, I'm tryin to see everybody make money
I wanna see everybody get paid, everybody
Chorus:
Another day,
a deal it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm
around nowhere (nah)
You ain't ridin' nowhere with the tank on E (at all)
Blue check, walkin' out the bank on fleek
Quarter ticket in a month, it'd take
ain't gotta prayer
Cause you're locked in, dressed to kill
And you know I ain't goin nowhere
So keep sayin' all the right words
Lookin just the right way
chorus x2 (Willie D)
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
[Fuck fuck fuck a war]
(Bushwick Bill)
In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
anything on any beat, bro
(Fuck goin' on, Maajins?)
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
{I ain't goin' nowhere}
I see my soul with you forever, baby
Till my dyin' day {I ain't goin' nowhere}
Nowhere, so proud to see you keep on {Lovin'
pieces of shit
Like you for breakfast"
Huh? Y'all eat pieces of
Shit? What's the basis?
We ain't going nowhere but
Got suit's and cases
J-IN-G-L-E bells
a strong way
But I've been driven by attraction
Your body is bangin'
Baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy
Now tell me how you want it
hard to get where I'm at
I can guarantee you one thing
I ain't going nowhere
I'ma be right here baby, 412
Uh, huh, and this the Prince, yeah, yeah
Homie
gimme more ain't no limitation
We love makin in the late night
Ain't goin' home 'til the daylight, so fuck me right nigga
I'm not gonna hold on no
who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
Everytime
[Featuring De La Soul]
INTRO
What's up world?
Goin' give you a little love right here
My man DJ Honda blessed us with a joint
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