Lyrics:
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Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day
Yeah, yeah
Bobby don't do it to 'em
You're beautiful and you don't gotta prove it to 'em
Come on,
that shit
Stevie wonder sees that shit
Ray Charles can see it too
But your blind to shit that happens
And don't ask yourself why the fuck I'm snapping
hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
When they asked him who was responsible
For the death of do Koo Kim
He said, "Some one
-
And Jackie-
And Jack-
The White House is under attack
Eight years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
-And Teddy, too
i once knew a man
his name was bobby
he was an english teacher
living in asia
bobby had everything
the girls the money
for once in his life he
I couldn't be it
Hypmontised by her goodlooks?
Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me!
Consider yourself worn so you can stay.
you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
In Paris? What a beautiful destination
In Paris, right by the Eiffel,
She still laughed to forget
Well Charlie took a wife
Soon three became five
Then one again
And fame had its price
But none of the bills
Were paid
than Angola, louisiana
Got a lot to do
With justice but more with Gary Tyler's life
I got a letter from his
Mother and said: "Please
Say something to my
a mood
This should put you in a mood
Winning and I can not lose
Call me Bobby cause I got the tools
Cant hop on my wave
I stay on the water but I do not
for the elevation of the toxic in my blood
Where my mind, don't know now
But I know where it was
I need Nikki, where is Nikki
Baby girl please come
me homage
If you do the knowledge, you would know this I was solid
By the time you check your pockets
I already got ya wallet
You can try but
Malone
Julius Erving called Philly his home
Bobby Jones, Daryl Dawkins, Andrew Toney sinking threes
Rocky Balboa comes from south Philly
But if you
Malone
Julius Erving called Philly his home
Bobby Jones, Daryl Dawkins, Andrew Toney sinking threes
Rocky Balboa comes from south Philly
But if you
tricking for nothing
Broads be pushing my buttons
But it really don’t phase me
I am deaf to the fussing
I’m Ray Charles to the stress
She said I hit it
[R. Kelly] What up Charles, hey baby
[Keyshia Cole] Hey Baby
[R. Kelly] Girl I been missin' you like crazy
[Keyshia Cole] Miss you to
[R. Kelly]
be acting different around me when I see that ass
You can tell by my eyes I ain't scared at all
Doing what I'm supposed to do when it's last call
You
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
I love what I do
I love making music
I love that
The Bible on the drugs, I was scared to read
The first one to enter be the last one to leave
Uncle Tommy, Ray Charles, had his way with the ki'
Diamonds
miles they rode
Until at length with a frozen word young Charles the silence broke
Such a night as this I never knew my reins I scarce can hold
Young
you everything
There's really not much I won't do for you
I bought you 12 yellow roses and candy, too
I like be up front and never play the back
But
my Franklin, Big Bobby I go lashley
Can't catch me in this whip, they know Big Bobby do the lashley
Burgundy Corvette with 200, where the dash be, dis
carpenter make he
Do some susu box gimme make I save
Charle me ni w3
Ma paddies dey kommot go chill kraa then
I dey pray make ee rain jehova Jehova
Help me
have to tell you (Oh, Marilyn)
Bobby's been telling you lies
And you know that smile is just a disguise
Well hey Blondie, the big boys are bastards
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