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the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight.
Jingle bells, jing-jingle bells
Jingle all

Yeah
Flowsi mary bob, k da grem u Saudio
Nimam Audi-ja mam pa zvočno kartico
Hausi party rock, mala igra kitarico
Svira cele dneve v krogu je

to di sounds come from Jah
Every reggae soul has a little bit of Bob
& Bob make hear to every nation
Island music spread di word for dis revolution

Please don't try to play me
I got shooters around my way
Smoking like I'm Bob
The za got me Outta space
I ain't hungry took a perky to the face
Girl

Check
Feeling like a twenty five year old Bob Marley
Plus mi charming get di gyal dem wet like tsunami
Get dem horny yeah
Dah gyal deh neva wah mi

Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun

Yeah
Bring in revelation for
The younger one bob
Going for wealth
To welfare it's just the
Beginning bob
All my chicks white
Cars black
Smoking

cristal
Elvis esta vivo
se escribe cartas conmigo
cuando el sol empieza a caer
Bob Dylan también lo sabe
pero Bob es muy discreto y no dice nada
será mejor

Yeah
I am the new Rihanna a little of Nicki & Ari
A little of Bey a lot of the queen
A lot of the Stallion & Marley
Bob give me bob aye
Boy give me top

It's a song I've always loved, anyway, from Bob Dylan, with Leon Russell playing it, and it's played as a sort of a heavy Blues feel and an Ian heard

d’Alpha Blondy
Burning Spear ou Peter Tosh, Bob, Tiken Jah Fakoly
Une analyse en détail voit du ska, du rocksteady
Contretemps au gouvernail, bonne

Local safari

Run like a cheetah
The human stampede, I'm flyin'
Bob's favorite denim shirt
Ripped up and in the dirt, why

Too many times, we fall
We're

marley
I'm facing my problems in bob's can't call me

Yn siwrnau fy mywyd bu sawl llithriad ar y lôn
A roedd gobaith yn pylu bob yn ddydd
Ond pan ddes ti i'm mywyd roedd y ffordd i'w weld yn glir
A roedd

master ha ha ha ha
Up early it is my day chuck a beat on
Now it's time to write a song
Bob my head up and down
Bob my head to the sound
Now I'm jumping all

touch my spirit
I don't kiss no random gyalie
Bad man act like makavelli
Money pon my mind
Not charly
Me ah Rasta man
Dem call me yung bob Marley
Down

À peine démarré
Le zin fait coller les massas
Ça fume comme Bob Marley
Mais y a pas de rasta
On s'est préparé
Il faut nous laisser le passage
Avec

back bars back Bars back bars back
Yea
Big racks big racks
Big racks big racks
Yea

Got a Bad bitch blunt bob, like dora
Explore my dick she a whora

Byggmester Bob
Fikser alt du tenger
Brunt eller grønt
Sendes rett fra Kjeller
Du vet at vi har deg
Vi fikser det du trenger.
(Vi fikser det du trenger)
Bitch

the cat
Got me lickin' my digits like countin' them ones
She drop the top, no convertible
Think she related to Bob cause that head is a sponge
Dove in

a young Bob Marley
2017 when I made Jolly, bad lil bitch but I won't call her mommy
Brodie watch out for that backdoor
Bro through the oop off

Leslie got out of this beatless party
Bob still screams out to everybody
Leslie got out and feels so safe here
Bob still wonders what he's doing here

got the skill
And Imma make this shit happen with or without a deal
Running high lil nigga know the drill
On my job like Bob how I build
Hop up in

through the ground

Bless those who curse you 
Pray for those who mistreat you

Bet my money on a bob-tailed nag

In the moon shine looks like these