Lyrics:
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"
Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse
Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch
Pay no child
to focus
And when you give me eyes, clothes disappear like hocus pocus
Bum bum booty fat like she Stefflon Don
She the don
Baby I could be your Big Sean
Mix
She a bad lil jawn
Bad lil ma
Indian tracks so her hair real long
Back got fat just a lil bit tho'
Throw it back like that just a lil bit mo’
Girl I
a Bitch Like
Never Had a Bitch Like
Not Like This
Giving head in New Orleans
That’s a superdome
You a Doodle-Bob
A wanna be
A stupid clone
Pussy can’t leave
Please don't try to play me
I got shooters around my way
Smoking like I'm Bob
The za got me Outta space
I ain't hungry took a perky to the face
Girl
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
returned from an Urn to a Blunt
Had a hunch Big Worms getting his perm done for lunch
Them junkies acting like Monkeys
On his back by the bunch lunching
Sitting in the sun like an old tom cat That donÆt know just where heÆs at And I must admit to you Right now I feel that way to (AinÆt got
niggaz I be rollin with, be screwin you
Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance
Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
with the tool
Can't get caught lacking or id be a fool you
Tryna boss up can't play by the rules
My bitch ass fat sum like Yes Juelz
Money hungry nigga
Whenever we play (we play)
The revolution now in your ear
Haile Selassie lungs, Bob Marley bong
Marcus Garvey hardy get my black party on
Malcolm X tech, by
pretty big star
Ah money tree me waah fu mek me smile look broad
Plus me have ah message fu give Santa Claus
If nah money you ah bring keep yuh fat cunt
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
and a lollipop
My name is Bob, your real name is Charm
I hate Myspace, nigga fuck a Tom
You gotta fidget, get up in it in my video
There's gon' be transsexual
Tom Barrett? More like Tom Beretta
Cause he shoots all his shots, he's a go getter
F. O. A. P., that's Frakes on a Plane
The founder of NamesCon, he's
name was 42
I gotta
Red bone
Ass fat
Yea I like that
Natural
Long hair
To the ass crack yea
Jiggle for me bae
I see a whole lot of movement over there
with my brother, feel like Meech and Terry
These niggas be rats, Tom & Jerry
I can't wife no bitch, to them racks I'm married
It used to be Levi's, I'm
of thought, if someone find it
Return it
You niggas wanna beat me like my children
I'm hearin' (shh)
You come between my paper route
That's pass interference
(Nigga)
Young nigga, I'm still with it (Shit)
Call up my phone
Got my 9 and I drill with it (Huh)
I keep that tool like I'm Bob
I'm gon' build with it (Huh)
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
bossin' it don't matter what it's costing
Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe
While I ride by, players chucking deuces back
Bobs holl'in out "hi"
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twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
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