Lyrics:
'm running through your hood
I'm feeling like I should, I wish a motherfucker would
Bobby be my name
I'm 'bout to run a train
On this girl with all my
a job
Eh hey Bob
Don't be a slob
Get a job get a job
Eh hey hey hey
Don't be a slob
Get a job get a job
You chatting up strangers on social media
Your
and only you, babe
Express yourself
And let me be me
Express yourself
Don't tell me what I cannot do, baby
Come on and work your body
Now Joe wanna be like
She wanna cuff
(She wanna cuff)
But I don't got time for it
She want a Birkin
But she don't deserve it
I gave her that Tom Ford
hah
I gave her that Tom
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
to hell
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
Oh, please be
brains.
I don't wanna nitpick Tom, but is this really your plan?
Spend your whole life locked inside a mall?
Maybe thats OK for now, but someday you'll be
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
and only you, babe
Express yourself
And let me be me
Express yourself
Don't tell me what I cannot do, baby
Come on and work your body
Now Joe wanna be like
I'm duckin' the lard
I've been goin' straight since seventy-eight
So what? I wanna live, I don't wanna be late
I head em comin' at me
Runnin' fast
confident until
I made 'em run you know it's Logic
In your vicinity murder evil entities
Better known as your enemies you feel it now
Spark the L and you be
walk around here like
You wanna be someone else
Y'all sing
I know that you don't know
It, but you're fine, so fine
Oh girl I'm gonna show you when
What I got, you gotta get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling, don't stop, continue
I realize I don't wanna be a miser
Confide with sly you'll
What I got, you gotta get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling, don't stop, continue
I realize I don't wanna be a miser
Confide with sly you'll
burnt out like Bra Man
I use too slide in the doors like I'm Bra Man
Don't need that scope
Put the yop too your throat man
Keep asking for questions
on
Don't wanna look at me y'all crazy
Alpha Omega, the NRBO baby
I'm so authentic that they don't think your boy did it
They must be at their nooders that
no dey reply ee
You know I got the horny for you
I really wanna be your baby boo
So baby make you cool down cool down my love
Oh baby
Araba o araba o
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
my DJ
In life, sharp as a knife
Man I miss Bob, I miss you Ted
What else can be said
Wish I was dead
But that’s no good luck
Sour like a jelly filled,
KING PALUTA - SONGS OF THE LEGENDS
Prod. by King Paluta | Mixed by Apya
INTRO
Yehh!
Songs of the legends ""Legendary""
I am KING PALUTA.
Awch!
wanna smoke kush then light it up
Put your hands in the sky lets get high as fuck
Lemon Haze Closure inside the blunt
we get high all night
and I
I'm leaving and I'm burying the past
Wanna have peace now, we can be free
No one here will make a sucker out of me
Han har "sjunk't."
Vad
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