Lyrics:
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
Uh. What ya gonna do? Do you wanna ball? Lunasicc, come on. What ya
Gonna do? Uh. What ya gonna do? Luna-Lunasicc, wha? What ya gonna
Do?
How
Baby boy don't slip just slide
Got me limping after I ride
Wanna touch this ass and these thighs
Zick game took a bitch a surprise
And Then he ask
another classic oh I'm old school
Tom cooling who know i gave them clues
How I keep it steady liquor try to do me dirty
Bit fatigued big lead by the second
Iron the wrinkles out my scrotum, wear it to your function
I am not aroused by simple plowing or thrustin
Can’t cum unless you use my balls as a speed
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
Spitting straight fire yeah,
That is my game, (yeah)
Tom, you are a neek, (woo)
Tom, you are weak, (yeah)
Tiny Tim, your face is grim
(hog rider)
Your
over the game
Lavar Ball, stay in ya lane I got (Faith)
Im not the one you should provoke, I see everything that they post
Then I go Embiid in the post,
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
Graduated with higher standards that goes above the rest
You pussies are a buncha tits never mind a buncha breasts
Came in like a wrecking ball no Miley Cyrus
the four games now I got a mop
I don't really care about broke watch
I'm sketch it out like doodle bob
Get them all mad we can start a mob
Won the four games
who you
Countin'g by twos
Bitch ima thot I be counting by twos
Nigga who you
You see how I ball
No I ain't ever gon fall
Already done made it this far
the game
Well, I'll tell you one thing
If that Bob Crutchfield ever connects with a pitch, that ball's gonna' fly! It's gonna' sail right over the center
Yea...|Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.|It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.|All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad
a fan of Lena
Close to Katrina (17)
Very fond of Gina Lollobrigida (17) , too
And as for Pasadena
Everybody there's an old shoe
But anyone can see my new
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
Tom Hanks Dragnet
Dan Aykroyd
Second city fridge magnet
Bizarre
Showtime
Four-year old titties
G. Gordon Liddy
Pre-midi
Super Dave Osbourne
Black cloak
Pharmacist and the dealer
Are in the same game
All they want is to make
Their pockets rain
Now they got the stage
Stranding themselves
With a pole in
off or im hitting walls
I'm grinding I'm earning my haul
Lacing the game with the salt
Never gon' stall
You crawl till you ball till you fall
There's
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
crmy recruiting soldiers
No fork in the road
It be Boulders
Shit is bogus
I be focused
Cuz the game will 180
Slim Shady
Tom Brady
Hoa
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
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