Lyrics:
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
I Got that glock by my belt, all this juice I got like I’m sponsored by Welch, I just been stacking up and watching my wealths, these nickels ain’t
all
It's all right
It's all
It's all right
It's all
It's all right
It's all
It's all right
It's all
It's all right, all right
Bob
Fat Bob
Bob
Fat
Side!
When I pull out the chopper 100 round drum, all hollow
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow,
[Bob Marley (MC Lyte)]
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I wanna jam it with you
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I hope you like jammin'
up all night
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's on my mind, he's always right
Bob-Bobby Stevens
I was blinded by your light
Bob-Bobby Stevens
Let me take you home
stab and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health,
a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred
reached his hand
To try and touch a machine not made by man
But the gravity it made he could not withstand
And man I wish I'd seen it
Bob Lazar
Bob Lazar
got a hip bone
You niggas fake y'all some silicone
I'm in the dark by myself
Got me talking to myself
I did not need any help
When I was needed for
ever slow down
These are the things
Done only by kings
Manifesting these feelings
Before I cut any strings
That are holding me down
An concealing my
Peep how the words i be spitting accented by verbs pay attention
WELCH
Im Underrated slept on as if i'm NyQuil to be quite real
Don't give a damn how
I put In
Not even half of it
She wanna fuck me cause I Followed my dreams
Running through packs
Don't like to trap
But by any means
I cannot lose
My
Billionaire Black dGainz Productions
Buck 20 Brick Boyz, Welch World
So everybody wanna be a billionaire now
Right? I mean
I might just burn one
the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
You know, so many different levels, when 16 ain't enough, to living your life
Depicting with your
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
anybody that's talking shit
I'm getting sucked up
Involuntary so all the bitches getting plucked uh
She said I'm scary just by the way I give no fucks uh
macaroni
Re-rock that rock and I sell it to jabronies
Niggas cap for pussy sayin' that they is my homie
I'on't need no help I can count it by my lonely
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
Australia burned
So did Paradise and Malibu
Seems even the California coast was toast
I was friends with a frog, whose name was Bob.
I was fond of Bob
Space cat flying through the galaxy
Gliding the stars on my ski
The shooting stars that fly by me
Lost in time, living is easy
I am the space Bob
'm the man with the bag
I don't rap, I trap
But I look like I rap
Me and good dudes cool
Me and fake dudes ain't
I play by the rules
A fuck boy I ain't
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