Lyrics:
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
a favor...
MORTICIAN: I can't.
CUSTOMER: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He
won't be long.
MORTICIAN: Naaah, I got to go on to Robinson's --
Mayday Mayday )
Alll these shit that you believed in
They got you tripping
But I’m still skimmin’ you be fuckin’ with it
Bitch I just been Bob
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
willed to her by her late mum). So, he didn’t treat her well, he had instilled the poverty mentality in her, so things were really difficult. Shaine’s
who's up in that
Just like grape she ate up all my kids call it Welch's
Hit her from the back pull your hair leave you helpless
Always on my neck I lowkey
got so much to say but
When 16 ain't enough, they on they only give you 16, heh
Man it's like I mean I got so much to say ya know
The world has said so
broad day
Like he fit the description
Pure disrespect, while you rappin'
I don't really be listenin'
Ya bitch want somethin' dark in her
I swear that
tentatively calling "Bad"
He waves his lighter
In the air and sways as it
Plays through for her part
Nicki has been pleading with
Him to trust her proven pop
Syncopation
And he showed me
The mechanics of
Using a drum stick
And how to hold
Two heavy crash cymbals
And bang them together
And they were so heavy
And you
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
Because he's a bum ('cause he's a bum)
He's got a really lucky, uh, style of play
That's gonna say (that's gonna say)
Sid the Sloth (Sid the Sloth, Sid
Rhonda un-zips the santa claus costume, revealing the rubber body suit, hoping for some sign of interest from her deranged husband. there isn't any...he
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
that's how
Cool it looks on her
I mean she's fine as hell
I'd definitely hit it!
Still Got It!
Shot hoops with Al in the yard i
Sucked he was much better
(B.o.B)]
Okay, you got that (I'm gone, mayn
I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man)
Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man
I ain't really wanna make you
a fucking skater
I cannot trust you hoes
Y'all some hateators
On my two k twenty one shit
Yeah ima boss bitch
He pick me no brainer
Cause you know
I'm on his
us
Niggas want beef, but I just be laughing at niggas like they bob’s burgers
Now why they wanna act like that
Like a boss nigga ain’t up next
Got
Cut her off cause she ain't what I need
I just wanna make her wait for my seed
My baby daddy he a deadbeat
It kinda fuck with me heavy
Yeah it kinda
real tight
Sexy Cutie the type that suit me
Got me stunned by her natural beauty
Gettin by so she can't refuse me
lyrical excuse so she start
Clay
Pull out the $50 and told him to hurry
He movin' slow, like he ain't got a worry in the world
And the attitude, maybe I was actin' rude
Hold up,
people to judge
When you caught no more fun
She shaking it on triller
On her empty mind like SZA
Say she single on her Insta
Hold up don't you got
Discuss these hes really got a hold on her by bob welch Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In