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B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make
which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name 'em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Y'all
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
you
The more you talk, the more you irking us
The more you gonna need memorial services
"The Black Album"'s second verse, is like
Devil's pie, save
struggled, and his dad was a ghost
Still Bob was money when you needed him most
That was so long ago now it's been twenty years
Hit the class reunion have
Written by bob welch.
For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
G's
To pay they bills or they lawyer fees (huh)
I learned something, I ain't giving y'all a dime
I'll give you something worth more, that's my time
for dying
Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion
More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire
That's more (Smoke that weed nigga)
Set that
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
"Alight, one more time, I gotta get through the rest of the album"
Hit rewind again
Fuck it, Man
Just put her on repeat
And let that shit ride
My beautiful
like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion
More fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more (Smoke that weed nigga)
Set that mouse trap, you fuck
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
a crab that infiltrate
Try to divide crews (I see you)
You say you balling but it's biddy though
You know it's fucked up when Sharkeisha
Get more hit's
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
and start to clap
For Bob, a Bronx Syndicate style
More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file
'79 the time I was inclined
To get smooth and prove
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