Lyrics:
Many situations many lies
Why dem faking it all these while
Free my soul and let me shine
While I struggle to survive
I just wanna let you now
That,
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.
She want
knuckles on stun and made them all fall)
Then I just laughed
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cast the grain by
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
rocking that silver,
Chrome Hearts silver,
Too much drip on me I feel like I’m in a river,
Stackin money so damn high I feel like bob the builder,
All this
let me get it right back huh
They was hopin I'd probably fall off right?
But all I feel was the niggas on my back yea
I ain't even got no genre
But
He took a sip from his can, and asked me if I had any songs by a man called Bob Marley
I said I did, started to play one and he sang and danced along
the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
sad? Is the canoe wood or aluminum?
Larry: Oh look! There's me and Bob at Sea World! Oh, wow. Forgot about
that one. There's me and that bull again.
to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go
I just got a quarter in this bitch
Wassup
Trying to roll a Bob Marley
Fuck a spliff
Wassup
Got a little bad bitch with me
Take a picture
In
on your scream scene
It's like showdown on the range
Go tell me who want to tangle with the
Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero
We want it all
listen to the gossip while i'm pickin' thru your pocket
By the time you find you lost it, already made depsoit
Buzzards and ticks and vultures who don't
Yeah
Just got my degree
So y'all n***** can't tell me shit (Not at all)
Look
On the phone with D.Vann, reminisce on weekends
Where we would shoot
need your hoes
Worried about me? You ain't even got clothes some of this shit to get old
Miss the men that's up the road down by one think I need D-Rose
Just breathe just breathe just breathe
Go ahead and bob ya head with the beat
One time catch a vibe with me
And we can just breathe just breathe just
five rounds (shots)
My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds
When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits
All hail, out on bail, wrath
me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And y'all can't roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob and weave she been tried and true too
Bitches be lessons and you a blessing
And I heard that ya stressing so
rich by myself, I want us to all win (let's go)
I done turnt it up I'm known for walkin' (walk walkin')
I'm livin' a double life I feel like Clark Kent
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want
I
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