Lyrics:
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
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
(Hmn)
Everybody (Hmn)
Your sister (Hmn)
They want to (Hmn)
Make me enter (Hmn)
They want to lick tom tom
Your mouth dey smell lick tom tom
Baby girl me I
give a fuck, I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw this basket first?
You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could
interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is
tee
Shawty sayin' "By me", you get in the right think
Baguettes on your chest make your whole body bling
Freak ting, said you like girls, bitch, I'm
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
To the tune of slima Billy, lookin' like you're mighty silly
(Say what) you got a pumpkin in your pants (say what) you got a pumpkin in your pants?
Mister
To the tune of slima Billy, lookin' like you're mighty silly
(Say what) you got a pumpkin in your pants (say what) you got a pumpkin in your pants?
Mister
the party
(In the party) i told her, "By nature, girl
Your ass naughty" (Your ass naughty)
She like "Sosa baby, my name is Nadia"
(Nadia)
She mad 'cause I
to Harvey
(Dude, you know I ain't runnin')
That swing from Hugh is never too far from me
Yeah you know they all call me Harvey
But my girl ride me like
life in denial
Straight to death skip the trial
Catch 'em kill 'em you're so vile
Tom vigil the pedophile.
Live your life in denial
Straight to death
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
Okay lil baby you can miss me with that crazy talk
I jot down words and talk like I’m doodle bob
I don’t wanna talk I sip on sum that’s like goowy
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
Hillary Clinton is fuct, My bush is fuct, Tyra banks is fuct, you are fuct, Tom hanks is fuct, your shoes are fuct, my farts are fuct, shopping carts are
slippers
I like my bitches simple, lay back, relax ya mental
Shit, you know what I do, now tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented, the man
JUNIC
(come on, play)
Just look at the lips on that sucker
Here he is girls!
Bob, would you interpret this piece to
The audience? Would you explain
it (Throw it)
Tom Brady on them hoes yeah you Know it
(Know it)
And I don’t pop Molly, I rock Tom Ford
Now it's curls for the girls
Curls for the girls
Nothing less than the champ that I am
I am the king
I am the man
Running my city and running my block
Lil homie why is you mad?
Cause your girl at my
You should try it, it's fun.
I need A Few Good Men to roll with my posse
Gonna dance til the Edge of Tomorrow like Bob Fosse
Like Jerry Macguire, I'm
support him
I never thought you would sell out
You're becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I'm like
don't play
B-, you think you saw this basket first?
You're a- backwards like motherf- Bob and Silent Jay
Illest sh- you could think I would say
Mind's
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