Lyrics:
Yo this shits for real
Yo this shits for real
Yo this shits for real
Blessed by bob that's how I feel
Blessed by bob let's make a mill
Blessed by bob
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
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
"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
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
would Bob do?
I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
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’
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
(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,
Written by bob welch.
For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only
Written by bob welch.
Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
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
Written by bob welch.
Don't think your dreams are sane
They're taking over your life
I stuck to you but I found out
That you was the crazy kind
Now
Written by bob welch.
Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there that drives me crazy
Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets
By the seams of they jeans
CREAM get the money
And run it to the hills y'all
rag top
C'mon, bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
C'mon, bob your head, rag top
One, two, one, two, three, let's go
Don't pull
Dobalina take them to the cleaners
Don't care if hittas believe us this really my demeanor
I'm unimpressed by everything
You never bring anything to write
The people that you meet each day
(a blue muppet, I believe, walks onstage)
[Bob: Oh, hi there, little fella.]
[Anything Muppet #1: Hello.]
[Bob
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
aye, who is Bob, aye
She said I'm a sweet soya sauce
I feel like ross
Getting beaten by the boss, yuh
Like a Mario Bros
Movie gang is the Boss
I'm so
your head bob your head if you feel this
And this the real
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
I'm over fences
My lifestyle so expensive
I
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