Lyrics:
hesitate I would leave
Cause I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
wife, wife, wife, Wife
It's only God 'till I find my wife
(I think I found her, to be honest)
Yeah, ayy, come on
I'm just gon' chill for the day
I know
down
Wake up it's time to be noticed
I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this
Beat to be mathematical
Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical
Bum
It'll only cost you $22 bucks
And it'll change your life today!
Ty: Dylan, what's that thing glowing out of your pocket
Dy: Nothing. I'm just uhh,
clearly pay the cost
I'm the sharpest guy around and I'ma always cut my loss
Then come back for the win, I'ma make it, then I spin
Real west side
don't know what things would look like
That's my why no matter what world I'm in
I'm accessible by only one satellite
Vernon
Dylan
And you in your
por acá, y as es, as es
Only wanna take but don't buy, where my deal at
Bringing back the Length, twist or bob like the I'm Dylan
Likkle bit of blonde
Smoking all the lows away
If I die while Im awake
I already know its great
Alright Cole so what do you contribute to the world
Like what do you think you
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"
(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein
Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein Nelly,
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-all
Bob Dylan's here
And what a slippery son of a gun
If he was ever in my sights
I'd probably melt down like
head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
You claimed my dream was nothing
Now I'm doing something bout it
And I'm banging on these
the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in they soul!
So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people
the sky I've been trying get so high
I'm living wrong but I know that it's alright
They ain't never show no sympathy back when my dog died
Danny B name
Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real
So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin'
Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up
Me
stop at the roach and he only stop cos I told him
Yeah We keep it rolling
Call your mommy and tell her call up the police
It’s homicide by the homie that
of things up, before I turn her loose
It's just her, and that's simple and plain
And that's the only way I run my game
Well I'ma, Cowboy and I'm the real
hated you 'cause I spoke on things
That you never related to, so here I found myself
It only took a lightyear to get past the bullshit
And now I'm
better than before
There's only so much love that I can pretend to hold, before I can't take it anymore
And I'm no good for a bluff, so I just fold
I wish
particular breaking out the friend zone
It's deja vu the way this came to me
And it explain how I came to be
I'm from
This, happy home
This, happy home
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