Lyrics:
to clown
this is how it sound
in the shadow town
we souljahz never get lonley
watch your homie's
remember what you told me
keep your enemies close
i never
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
of y'all bumpin' this in your cars
From AM to PM
Somebody hit the lights, so we can rock it day and night
People getting' down, that's right, from AM
of y'all bumpin' this in your cars
From AM to PM
Somebody hit the lights, so we can rock it day and night
People getting' down, that's right, from AM
talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for
destined to be
This is spiritual y'all
I'm wrestlin' beasts
But pretty soon
I'll be restin' in peace
I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot
Mayday Mayday )
Alll these shit that you believed in
They got you tripping
But I’m still skimmin’ you be fuckin’ with it
Bitch I just been Bob
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
til my whole heart stop
Shore (Shore)
SHORE
King in this b**ch
When I shoot I won't miss
I'm stacking my cheddar and cheese I got swiss
Don't f**k wit
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
a sound,
Zdxt 8lu3 and I won't keep it loud,
If that B**ch wanna play I'm flocking at her spouce,
that b**ch talk Shit put the gun in her mouth,
Niccas
the soundwaves
I'm still turning up, I can't be downplayed
If we're not building the movement, this the ground laid
I want all dollars, Euros and pounds paid
You
(Tre Made This Beat)
(If It ain't engineered by CXRBN then Ion want it)
Some days I wouldn't kick it cuz my pain deep
My mental describes the pain
Bob, sitting here still
Heat around us rising, beginning to kill
A third of birds gone, forests cut to rubble
Awake! Step up! We’re all in deep
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my
in the center of my life
Wooo!
This that type a shit, that you just bob your head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
This that type
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
support
Ah but they won't Bob
We'll have nothing to do with this
But wait, wait a minute Bobby boy
There's a woman there in Cuba whom I love
Oh no
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
still chat to my homie
Locked up in a box still cosy
And My old b**ch still wanna phone me
Blond girl yeh she’s moving mad
Come show me
I don’t even
swimming in, like a shark
Hip-hop heads never die
We multiply then dominate
(Visualizing the realism of
Life in actuality) c'mon this sound, it had
To come
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