Lyrics:
Shit
Give you the fuccin reason
You need to be
Like me
Very present
I got the shit
I got the reason
I count money everyday and every
got on
Look at what I got on
I be like look what I got on
Look at what I got on
Have you ever seen a nigga dress good as me
Have you ever seen a nigga
(The way you gratin on me)
Damn, it's like you know me by name or somethin'
Take a picture put it in a frame or somethin'
What I look like? A bird
It's all love, I'm hard by the music game, shit, baby
Yeah
I don't see you
Hey
Hey
I got it
Hey
Look at me, now look at you
Look at me, now look
fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch
Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine
Miss World, me a eyes you for a long time
It seems like
sad? Is the canoe wood or aluminum?
Larry: Oh look! There's me and Bob at Sea World! Oh, wow. Forgot about
that one. There's me and that bull again.
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,
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
look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate
look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate
You got a black tongue baby, but you eat black cherries too
When you look up in the night sky
So I'll bring you with me, like a spear through
And she's like "how you like my hair? "
I'm like "that bob looks fly but them lips, oh my"
Can't wait til you plant that kiss on me, on me, on me, on me
Bob Marley feels on a Saturday night
Call me on my phone give me Saturday vibes
Whisper in my ear while you telling me lies
Never let um slide bring
Crosby with the foot
Don't speak to my face
But hit me on the book
I can see it in your eyes you shook
Type a nigga fake rich with the nervous look
I just
even ready spaghetti, baby, they sauceless
Speedin' through the city, we medicated the horses
You could hit up PETA., the paint on me make me gorgeous
Running through the city with the mob
Bob from Schitt's Creek
This is not the time for the job
Cuz I'm feeling frisky
Look at this bag, I'm
Take a good look take a good look
Take a look
When you look in the mirror
Tell me what do you see
Is it who you think you are or
Who you like to be
Bob till your motherfuckin' head falls off
And then ferment inside a cabinet till the bread gets soft
Make a dent just like you meant in
Till
marching and dying all in one day
They played songs together, they sit up past the dawn
I wonder why this dream goes on
You know Bob was there last week
kids, bitch
Don't call me honey (Call me honey)
Don't come with me, girl, I
Know you love money, ayy
(Bang bang)
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob
a lady
(That, that)
Dude looks like a lady
(That, that)
Dude looks like a lady
So never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your
faygo yea we sip
hey heres a lil tip
you should go get you some drip
i keep a burner no stove aye
look at me i got new clothes aye
all of my diamonds
the fuel, it gets you Gassed to see me cooked
I'm in my bag, but on the book,
You think I'm mad, and think I'm shook
Well
Made you look
Made you look
Made
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