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Fuck her til she purple bucking yeah
Chicken clucking
Bedroom fucking
Biggie
Welch's grape dinner plate
Got the little kids yelling fuck jake
Got
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1. Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
Always had the sauce, Now I’m on defrost
Way too cold now, heating up like a stove
W the pots bob ross paint brush talk
Water based flow and u know I
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch
And the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man I'm a beat my meat
And get my fuckin' nut
Fo'sho she gonna be drove
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch
And the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man I'm a beat my meat
And get my fuckin' nut
Fo'sho she gonna be drove
Along the crowded paths of life.
The old man persisted in denying every affection
And his wizened soul desisted from believing in resurrection.
The old
I was on my way to Mobile
Stopped in for some gas
Swiped my card and turned around - saw an old friend from the past
He said, 'man, I can't believe
I'm gettin' money like money man Kevin Hart with a bitch, she say I'm so funny man[00:17.07]Big rno, we gon' slide in a Dodge van[00:18.79]Roll a 2.5
silently run by the mines, silently run by the tribe, silently run by the heroin king, loudly run by honour, loudly run by pride, loudly run by the 17 deadly
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
Please don't let go
Please don't let
Let me tell about a young lad
Who grew up and blossomed into man
Got old and obtain a couple thousand fans
Walking
man
Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man
30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man
Sawed offs, pumps man what you want?
How you
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
Ayy[00:11.73]Niggas keep bumping old shit, let's give them new shit[00:14.41]Pull up in a big body, me and gang in like two whips[00:17
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
heart that it wasn't right
And he knew that he needed to get away from it
Now I want you to also imagine, that at 17 years old
This child, okay, leaves
of a man, purely
It's a sight to be seen
God-fearing and dipping with a minivan
"Thumbs up" while they're painting my portrait
Like a Bob Ross to "Beat
Jones
For the people on the backroads
Never listen to the man sellin crack when they trap loads, aye, forget it
17, All my bro's get g checked
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