Lyrics:
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
stimulation for you)
The way that God made it (I wanna love you like B.O.B. can't)
See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (who's gonna kiss your thighs?)
B.O.B
real
You could be a leader or a spectator still
Running up the problems there be none just chill
Ima grab a canvas and paint as I will
Bless by bob that
quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Come y'all, y'all actin' like I can't feel you
I can look in your eyes and tell you what you done
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
(B-I-G B-O-I)
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head,
(B-I-G B-O-I)
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head,
(B-I-G B-O-I)
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head,
fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in
Hmm
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for
a character, action figure
Niggas laugh at ya
You niggas wanna be Migos
But you niggas know that you is not a trio
Sit back and observe I'm drinkin
(Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
TOM:
Look, I really dont think this is a good idea. It feels way too soon to be seeing a shrink?
CINDY:
Really? Well, thats always your problem,
bitches
Straight creating all my wishes
Do you really wanna be a victim in my vicious sentences
The way that I speak and the way that I talk is the way that
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
wanna wait for you to be seated
Take your food on the way and eat it
Retreated up in altitude
Defeated by my attitude I am
But let's be Frank, let's be
Shaggy alongside Bob Sinclar
The lovely Sahara
ha ha ha ha
Ladies lets make love on the dancefloor
I wanna feel
I wanna hold
I wanna touch
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
of the grave
The Living One has got the keys to Hades, the healing you need
The soil and the seed, your life is worth more than what you see
The slaves wanna be
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE
this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
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