Lyrics:
with
Larry and Joanne Drop by any time...
Bobby, dear, it's none of my business... Lookit pal, I have to work
Thursday evening...
Darling, you
[RZA]
Fucking up the mike be a hobby!
Crab motherfuckers try to step up to rob me
Bitch you must be stupid, slob the knob Z
B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L, Bobby
at the bottom
Are people that go
From the bottom to the top
I do not want to kill the mood
But I think you got a problem within your crew
Does it not feel
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
New coupe and it float like a feather
If I want her, then I
depressed
I drank, but you really put it away tonight
The last several times we've gotten together, I've had shameful hangovers... abominable
We may be
)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Bobby
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Bobby
Hi, this is a dirty phone call
Larry and I will be in the country, so we'll
Bobby bubi
Angel, I've got something to tell you
Bob
Robo
Robby, love
Bobby, honey
Bobby, it's important, or I wouldn't call
Bobby
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in
I'm coming back with some fun, but, I don't know. I love you guys! Ultra 85's gonna be crazy!
I mean crazy! Bobby Tarantino's that trap shit, whoo!
you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my
man i won't kid, replace with yo Kids
Spark your worse fears, liberty sheds tears, Deaths in arms reach
Lock like Max B, Dem bitches ah lock me, RICO,
a wake up call...
I want my life to be different
So we gotta make some changes, watch out who you hang with
Trust that God will heal your anguish, He will
cupid shuffle
Are you serious? She indecisive if she with the silly shit
Talking out your neck, ventriloquist
"Y'all so horny I thing I just got my
there
I'm not gon' be judged by you
I don't give a fuck 'bout you
I does what I wanna do
I don't care
I gotta do what I do, yeah (gotta do what I
Hahaha it's Gerald and Bobby
It's 2011 'til the day I see Heaven
We weren't supposed to be here, you know?
Hahaha bobby we can pass the baton back
never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm local, from Noho, to Soho, getting G's like I'm Frodo, you know ho I
a pose
Tryin' to get beside me so she can get a hold
Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands
Bobby Ray Bands
She
Fuck around with me I cut you off bitch
Fuck around with me, cut you off, I don't play
Keep that shit at home 'fore you end up in a fray
You don't want
roberto
Nadie te importa, cariño
I want to be digital bobby
Bobby digital
Rza me advertio de bobby
Bobby digital
[bobby digital]
All you analog
to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that
to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that
I'm your Tommy Lee
We be kicking it together like we Senseis and stacking paper up we monopoly's
Is you ride or die baby say it back that you'll die
What did I just do?
You... did... what you had to do, I guess
If it was right, you would've gone through with it
That's what I think anyway
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