Lyrics:
me de chromium cob
Sy Borg:
You'll love it!
It looks just like a TeleFunken you-47.
Joe:
Little leather cap and trousers
They look so gay . .
fight now
B.O.B. we been them niggas who wanna find out
I'm slidin
Gang with me right now
We them niggas be outside till the lights out
Yeah we totin big
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
like grra, grra
Look, last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day look, you gave it away
Like, like this year, look, to save me from tears
if you follow a boat
You don't know where it goes
There's a cliff at the end
After all of your rows
Just don't give up on your climax
Trust me
Look in the sky
Tell me what do you see
I see a high-profile stealth
Coming after me
Farmer Bob rapped on a door
He had never been there before
But
boy, you dey ride car, who give you money to take buy motor
Yeah, Look around look around you
Tell me what you see all around you yeah
Bob Marley came
Look me in my eyes
Tell me what the fuck you see
Out here tryna'
show these crackers
I can chase a dream
Lil black boy harassed
Everyday by
I drip, look how I floss look how I move she know I'ma boss
Look how I spend, fuck what it cost
I never settle, I want it all
Swing me the rock, look
goin' down
Every time we come around
Y'all throw that money up, catch it comin' down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
Cootie in the chair
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
blunt cause that's how God rolled me
Don't look now but I think the sky's falling
I think I see the haters eyeballing
You see light and Bob Marley (Yeah)
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
you feel about that
We for real nigga
Supa up, super late, yes sir, ain't no waking up early,
Loud speaker so I know niggas heard me
I look a bitch up
2 Peter 2:20
Words by Bob Hartman
Music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
There are things that look attractive
On the surface of despair
There are
you wanna give me some money
Then do please
I will fuckin' roll up you a fat doobie
Nigga crevice, do you want?
I am goin’ to smoke you the
Fuck up
little scene; apply it to your life.
If your work isn't what you love, then something isn't right.
Just look at Bob and Judy; they're happy as can be,
little scene; apply it to your life.
If your work isn't what you love, then something isn't right.
Just look at Bob and Judy; they're happy as can be,
apply it to your life.
If your work isn't what you love, then something isn't right.
Just look at Bob and Judy; they're happy as can be,
Inventing
and space
Gettin' wiser
I know what I'm not gon tolerate
Send a good morning text
I'll see you soon I fly in late baby
Woke up with the late Bob Marley on my
matters to climb
Look how I get it it's so acidic all of you gimmicks
Haters and critics I just hear crickets
Never do stop till it's finished period
I need
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