Lyrics:
from work
She saw 'em coppin' pork, shoppin'
Poppin' corks
One night he walked in the door with a snort
"Give me food, Jen, then let me watch sports
I
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
gotta be illegal, Bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit
Witnessess, "I ain't
Odstawił białe - Brian Welch, gitarzysta Korn'a
Bóg to opcja do szczęścia niełatwa do podjęcia
I czasem potrzebna jest kraksa by się opamiętać
I odkryć
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
gotta be illegal, Bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic s***
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic s***
Witnessess, "I ain't
myself
And that love neck to neck
With my wealth and
I'm so full of myself
I just belched
And this pussy stay juicy
Like welch you see it
I know you see it
Our high school days were all about prepping
In various ways I can picture Bob schlepping
Played a little football but he didn't go far
Did all
Written by Bob Welch.
Goin' in a straight line all night
Finally come to that house on the right
Parked out in the front is somebody's Benz
She's
Written by bob welch.
Two different glasses are filled with champagne
What is the meaning of this ?
Cause all of that atmosphere painfully made
Has
do
What I wanna do, do
So I have to choose, choose
Oh by the way?
If you wanna checkmate, I don't mind
어디 한 번 던져봐
I'm gonna celebrate my life
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
in the alley
Way hey hey hey bully in the alley
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Bully down in shinbone al
I found by self out under three oh
Wey
Bottles of Belaire, the prince is the freshest
Tree by the elbow we get for the LO
So I should be happy, but this shit is stressin'
Staring at heaven
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
And
Expressing
Our creation
Our creation
Of love
So when I have dinner
With my family
And then feel itchy
And scratch that itch
By engaging in phone sex
Or by
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
this is just dope, dope
Bottles of Belaire, the prince is the freshest
Tree by the elbow we get for the LO
So I should be happy, but this shit is
the hard way.
I man know Bob for a very long time have lunch together one time, play scrimmage all the time we burn a little bless and feeling fine
Robert
got no friends, man
Ain't got no future planned
Just Barney, my fiddle and the forest and I Bob T
"Fiddle, eh?"
"Yup. Here, let me show you what i
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
Jak cie boli że ziomowi wpada cash
Nie naciśniesz tu ponownie byku Play
Jakiś chyba w sobie nosisz szczura gen
Niech opycha się padliną taki wełch
Bob walked out his door
And down the street
Pumped full of alcohol
He took a seat
On a park bench
There was no one around
There was no one in town
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