Lyrics:
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
the night at Waffle House
Bringing home the hostess
Like I'm Tiger Woods
Everybody wanna make a muhfuckin' scene
You don't wanna see me pull up with the laser
want it twice
One of a kind, know your everythin' is one of mine
Wanted posters with my face, they know who I'm wanted by
Yeah
Yeah
Cold hearts
that Bobby Boy, better known as chocolate and vanilla
Ain't another iller, I'm that new to godzilla
I feel a sensation, vibration comin' on
Walk up in
start unwinding
I'm here to make sure that your night ain't stressful
I'll be by the fire with someone just special
With my girl smoking weed inside
up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Crandall, I am Joberiaph, 50th of his name.”
Doc: “Has anyone seen my son? He took my car today and he was not home by 5 a.m.”
Jerry: “No...no I haven’t.
Yeah
I'm gone, I'm gone
Ain't no goin' back on statements bitch I said it then I meant it
Fuck that bitch and she keep callin' ain't no comin' back
hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit
families
War, I'm not a great big fan of it
War, is something that is scandalous
Oh no, oh no
War, is comin' by air, land and sea
War, is man's insanity
Think y'all on fire? Even Rick Bobby said no mane
Shake and bake them wack rhymes I'm all raw cocaine
Raised by a single mother who tried to give me
when you comin back to hit this?"
When I went home, I kissed my girl on the neck
On my mind was Keisha and how she stayed wet
Sat my girl on the couch, I
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
wagon
Tried ta Bobby my Whitney, I’m too thuggish 4 it tho I started bobbin n weavin, think she hot w her weave in, say she hit if without, Thas A fib w
just runaway and I ain’t never comin home
Girl I’m tryna right my wrongs
You hear me out I’m tryna change know this your favorite song
I’m never ever one
I know what you came here to see
If you a freak, then you comin' home with me
And I know what you came here to do
Now bust it open, let me see you
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
wake the fuckin' hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
single day
Why ooohhh why
Does it feel like I'm wrong when I'm home all alone just tryin to pass the time to pass the time
Chasin my dreams barely makin
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