Lyrics:
do my thang then
[Verse 1:]
Ol' bitch ass nigga make me laugh
Can't even bust Welch's grape
My fault dey hoes in my face
I pump dey mouths just like
don’t have to pay for shit I’m a rap star
Hook
Bob your head to the beat till your neck breaks
My lines are fortified like Kevlar chest platess
Cutting
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Verse 1
Preacher Bob was a man from Tennessee
He grew up down there near the Mississippi
Preacher Bob lectured in History
way down way down in
enthusiasm was infectious
He bought us football boots for Christmas
Our dad was a Scotsman and a plumber by trade
I remember one time being three down
Bob Tem?
Tem did not go to Cool leg to think hard)
I'm Bob i'm Bob i'm Bob i'm Bob
(They didn't pay me enough to
Come up with more lyrics hi i'm Bob
the girlies in the back seat
the 5-0 cant catch me
and if you want me you can find me
i'm puffin on the bob marley (bob marley)
i got my homie riding shotty
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
can only agree
And somehow I saw Bob with a knife
And he was ready to do it
He was ready to end his life
I hugged him, begged him not to continue
on the beat like Tebow
The Godfather rap like my name Bob de Niro
How many hits you got?
Zero
But I got a lot so kneel down for your hero
7180
My blood in this
to listen
There's no light at the end, I'm not optimistic
I said Mr Bob the builder won't you fix my soul
Please Bob won't you fix my soul
I said Mr Bob
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
on me
Aye and I just keep the bandz on me god damn
B.O.B. this a lifestyle we ain't playing fair
Nelo G steady throwing bandz in fuckin air
Aye aye and I
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
spare time
She don't fuck on the first night, then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
on the Cheetos
Don't think that I lost my touch by much
I just been chillin' at the bank like aye!
Show me to the safe
Had to get my papers straight
Now I
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
TUT
when she walk by ima slap her butt ima put her in line if she try to front
aye aye
roll up the dank i do the shit that you cant
aye aye
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free, love me, say, "Hell yes"
Low brow but I
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