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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

#LHOMMEAUBOB

Migos

L' Homme Au Bob

2015

drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob

step into the game its a knock out
First flex into the fame do this for clout
First time i said my name and they fall out
Tom the raper filled with faith

pretty young for my age
I have my mothers eyes and my father's contempt for Roger McGuinn

I left school with 12 GCSEs, 3 A Levels and only one good song

step into the game its a knock out
First flex into the fame do this for clout
First time i said my name and they fall out
Tom the raper filled with faith

service
Pray the Lord I’m in my bag but you can call it a Birkin
These rap niggas never step up to me
I’m making them nervous
I’m probably God Body, Bob

there every step that I take
Let's keep our eyes on the father above
I need you, you need me, we need love

Side by side by side by side
Walking together

a motherfucker, like a step-father

I mean tell by how she look, she get a yoga on daily
And how she walk her hips, swingin' to the rhythm of a ukulele
The thought

Step over bodies, reload the shottie
There's no more parties tsunami, tell me
"The hottest poppin' in all the genres"
Adam hated in conversations

fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football

every step by step all the way to the end zone
I don't go half way no weird side hug make you feel in the friend zone
Not the type to say period like

Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

Refugees on the Mic

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause

the most slept on

Stepped on, step songs, father of rap songs
Writing my wrongs, writing the book of psalms
This is the word, word to the Holy Quran

Our House

Eminem

Welcome To: Our House

2012

the whole routine and performed it for my father's friends
While they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me

That's All I Have

Lil Wayne

No Ceilings

2010

the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I

Bob and weave the pressure
I can't even stand
Who's left in the ring with the upper hand?
Shadowbox your demons
But you pull your punch
Better give up

by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches

Odd Toddlers

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

off
Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off
Step two: run to your radio, turn this shit off
Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

glasses i suffer from ADHD
I should win a fucking award for being me
Beat banging the tom-toms
My producer selection is fresh nigga
Fuck Vons ace

Aye that's a- that's a- that's a Betty Crocker
This is sermons over beats boy look
That's a Betty Crocker
Watch your step it could lead to death even

of Bernie and Tom step up in a black Jeep
Lowest totem on the pecking order
All the pretty hoes wanted athletes
Bamboozled by the bamboo-wearing bad

track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my