Lyrics:
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause
B.O.B
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
Three Dog Night?!!
Yeah...
Oh! I love them! They're my favorite band!.. ow gawd.. oh, do you like my new car? I'm ah.. my Dad just gave it to me for
and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ hoes
Tired of provin’ niggas that a Don can’t t get a No huh
[ Verse 2]
P for Pussy guy
Don’t ask me ’bout this niqqa
I’ll be
Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll
the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
Before you
"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
a few notes here... yeah... ? To El Segundo, huh? Causing UNTOLD DESTRUCTION?... oh... God... That's terrible!... (my baby, my baby) Wanted for DRAFT
the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
Before you
the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
Before you
Better cuff that lil' hoe 'fore I leave with the bitch
Entered the party, just popping my shit
Shout out the DJ for bumping my shit
Code Red produced it,
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
me
My baby's no Crosby fan
Dick Tracy is not her man
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for Mr. Tibbits
She'd rather have me around
just cares for me
My baby's no Crosby fan
Dick Tracy is not her man
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for Mr. Tibbits
She'd rather have
just cares for me
My baby's no Crosby fan
Dick Tracy is not her man
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for Mr. Tibbits
She'd rather have
just cares for me.
My baby`s no Crosby fan, Dick Tracy is not her man,
My baby just cares for me.
My baby don`t care for Mr. Tibbits,
She`d
cares for me
My baby's no Crosby fan, Dick Tracy is not her man,
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for Mr. Tibbits
She'd rather have me
cares for me
My baby's no Crosby fan
Dick Tracy is not her man
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for Mr. Tibbits
She'd rather have me
wings
My doors clean
I pull up on ya
Shawty what you doing
In my system
We bumping hard
For that Bob Marley I will pull yo card
Bob Marley
Bob Marley
cares for me
My baby's no Crosby fan, Dick Tracy is not her man,
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for Mr. Tibbits
She'd rather have me
(Bob, Bob, Bobby McGee) (Bob, Bob, Bobby McGee)
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me (For me)
Good enough
For me and my Bobby McGee
(Yeah)
From
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
important
Listen baby, would I lie to you
Just to run my fingers through your pukes?
Don't talk to me that way!
I am not a groupie!
I never said that...
I'm
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