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forget this like ya did the long-division
I'ma take my pen and pencil
I'ma show ya how I scribble
Bob and weave the way I dribble
Never settle, whistlin'

an homicide
While my heart still beating damn I'm Still alive
like that nigga tommy
Boy My life is like a comic
I could Give a fuck about the Comments
Imma turn

boy, you dey ride car, who give you money to take buy motor

Yeah, Look around look around you
Tell me what you see all around you yeah
Bob Marley came

a husky
Smokin best gas thats why im smellin so musty
They see me and chat is it shosha it must be
Dusty ask the question to my face boy
The game is dirty

get big off the rap yeah I might
But I won’t forget my bros faces, or the town where I spent most nights
Still post up round street
By now it’s all

Purple Rain

Beanie Sigel

Tippin' Down

2005

introduced to this drink that I sisip
Pearl methosine, wit codeine? that's my twisist
It might lean you to the left, or make you isitch
The pearl meth wit

on a positive vibe i had a long day
Keeping my money right
Right by the wrong was
Niggas hollering money they ain't
Worth a penny though no religion
My niggas

want piece of the pie, Put my hand in the pot
Y'all boys lunching & munching, they punching them clocks
Me, I get busy, in business accumulate stocks
Too

of my gal
When Mike Jack made "Raining in
Moscow" I had no style
Tommy Boy stocking on my scalp
And that was like ninety-five
Now it's twenty-ten
Two

Rumble in the Jungle

Fugees

When We Were Kings

1997

to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is

Up in Blood

Boosie Badazz

38 Baby

2016

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

you got a only fans that is not a job
Lil boy you not a gangster you a bitch your name is Bob
HitEmUpTy gone up that drac I bet you get your mom

Tip Your Hat

Josh Graves

Country Music

2003

what you've got, make them all believers
For God sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher

Kris Kristofferson - Help Me Make It Through The Night; Bob

boy for sheezy, but
When the shit gets thick though
You'll be my homie
Whichever way the wind blows, and
I know
I know
You'll always be by my side
Uh

off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with

I dey hustle cuz even my skele go run

Even dem paddi go bob

Won ma japa tan if me I no make am if me I no make am



Shugbon temi ba wa aa ireti

slinging slasher by my side ain't no Captain Hook
Flying Dutchman in the whip we got his soul took
Bully nose K fold his body like a Chromebook
Old Man

Purple Kisses

The-Dream

Love/Hate [Circuit City Exclusive]

2007

And she's like "how you like my hair? "
I'm like "that bob looks fly but them lips, oh my"
Can't wait til you plant that kiss on me, on me, on me, on me

sweet like a cookie
Boy listen here lookie
I'm a mother fuckin' pro
And my eyes sittin' low
Might be higher than a crow
On some figgy ass dough
Got

he little Bryson Tiller
And the way he tote that hammer that's little Bob the Builder
No legs shots just head shots yeah that boy a killer (Boaww)
If

Lord knows that shit made me stronger
Lord knows that shit made me me
Shout out my big bro Shiffe Bobs
City will always be purple
Started rapping ‘cause

(naww)
But my birds fly higher your coupe drive
By but my coupe drive by ya
Im higher than a kite still
Lookin for a lighter
Can't get no higher still

on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got

that bitch from Argentina
My boy Isaac chica look like she Selena
Feel like Matt and Jeff Hardy with a lita

I got YSL garments I got Ricky on my denim