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us Niggas want beef, but I just be laughing at niggas like they bob’s burgers Now why they wanna act like that Like a boss nigga ain’t up next Got
get away Runnin around And as the trucks drive by You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
guided by the invisible force He drives a kooky green Chrysler bad as anybody's Porsche He's a working class drummer he's as strong as a horse Me
guided by the invisible force He drives a kooky green Chrysler bad as anybody's Porsche He's a working class drummer he's as strong as a horse Me
my friend and my friend's name is Bob Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells Well enough
Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin Living a life like
a massive super tax If they sell it in the shops you'll have to buy it by the gram No more fucking ounces this ain't fucking Amsterdam People shuffling round
I WISH SHE WOULDN'T TREAT YOU THAT WAY WRITERS WALTER IGLEHART, KEVIN WELCH The way she treats you Is a dog gone crime I just get blue about it all
I WISH SHE WOULDN'T TREAT YOU THAT WAY WRITERS WALTER IGLEHART, KEVIN WELCH The way she treats you Is a dog gone crime I just get blue about it all
this on head bob and listen Back in time when we dodged the limits Harlan drive L rides would lift it Round the time when we found the vision Riding
get away Runnin around And as the trucks drive by You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
drive-time jock won't get to do his thing. “Hey he's not half bad, tell me, what's his name?” Well his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein He's frequently
Words and Music by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings Well the sky's turned pink on the eastern edges Night is cold and still I don't know if
to be gained So hey, Bubba Ray and Joe Bob Y'all, better get down here real quick Drive, those pickup trucks to Huntsville 'Cause they're fixin' to put
Flat-Top Ó 1990 Lyrics: Russ Zimmer / Ian Cannon Composer: Russ Zimmer Performed by: 55 Alive Verse 1: Out
to Jay they shot him five times I'm turning heads when I'm sliding by I need me a bitch on some Bon and Clyde Done with the talking that shit for the birds
Producer : TroyOnDaBeatz Hook : Lately I Been Balling But I Never Played Sports Young Nigga On Fire Gp Human Torche In the streets By Choice
2SUIM BY BALI REBEL I WAS LIVIN LIFE NOT LIVIN RIGHT TRYNA GET IT RIGHT (YEAH) (OOHH!) I AM ON A FLIGHT (I am on a flight ) TRYNA LIVE MY LIFE
without the drive See I bus tables and my Homie Castro is a waiter I can't wait to blow and say "I told you so haters!" living the life of a Egotistical
I popped a pill Went straight to astronomy Pulled up in a rock fit like Bob Sagat Sip red with a white bitch Candy cane What would the game be
run sum'n ( oop ) Getting in my way I rearrange your lace front Drive that bitch by her weave Speed bump You know I fuck with niggas with them Mob ties
on me no Mike Vick I bob and weave in that pussy good and I knock it out like Tyson Say first round, face down, ass up, straight pound Yeah, shorty, she
the blues Is a low-down achin' heart disease Like consumption Killing me by degrees I can study rain Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues I been
the blues Is a low-down achin' heart disease Like consumption Killing me by degrees I can study rain Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues I been
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