Lyrics:
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
me
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth
This is dedicated to all them fuck
Ass lists you left me out
All them conversations 'bout New York
I wasn't mentioned, like I moved or something
All hail to the N9NE!!
You punks thought it was over for me?
I should prevail a institution
All of the high exalted punks
TechN9neee!
Move
on my dick
Bob on my dick (face)
I'll get to the guap and the chips
This shit ain't a lot but wait til i'm flippin it all and i'm rich
Yo already all
inspection
ALL THE CASH I COLLECT IT
Only thing on my grocery list is lip gloss
I never eat so I don't floss
No feelings never mourn loss
Nail me
was homeless, I would've slept in a jar (haha)
And Dirty Management, I wish y'all the best
But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best (that's
B.o.B
I see more green
Than CeeLo Green
She deep throating me
Oh geez, on knees
My freak on sheets
I freak on beats
Y'all sleep on me
Rock Takashi
Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
By the track wetter
The ass-spreader
I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
And I went
call me Snoopy but
My friends call me Leo yes, I’m an indian
Two braids in my hair with a pipe in my hand
I’m endin all the big beefs
Rolling up the big
see 'em getting weaker
Walnuts, shake your boobs to the beat
Walnuts, set fire to your seat
Walnuts, make you bob and weave
The second that it's
factor
I'm by all my Opps
I'm moving way faster
The left got a blaster
And so does my right
I'm up end my conscious
But still here in sight
Six in
Come on everybody you've got to lend a hand
Because we can't do it all by ourselves!
You can read between the lines or sit on the fence
But that
Come on everybody you've got to lend a hand
Because we can't do it all by ourselves!
You can read between the lines or sit on the fence
But that
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
heard from in weeks.
I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they
elaborate joke
So In her apartment I'm standing
And In pain she cries out demanding
"take my panties please and lay me out flat"
All her screaming was very
an automatic shotty from a drum they call "Tommy"
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leaking
Mortimer is
an automatic shotty from a drum they call "Tommy"
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leaking
Mortimer is
the pressure when I'm in my town
My momma told me when I was a kid
Roy, someday you gonna be king
So all of the rappers I hope it's a deal,
Nobody come close
that,
You like what you see?
Just walking outta magazine
Turning all attention on me
Baby, could it be more obvious?
Could we make it stimulated?
Don’t
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