Lyrics:
need more patience
Show gratitude to those who show servitude
And shut down people when they poison these conversations with their attitude
Instead I'm
and I'm like, Really are we
Cuz in that case, you gonn' dread me, Bob Marley
Searching for a little boo thang, browse her down like safari
They aiming for
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
they hood (yeah)
Aqua zero, Amazon sandals in that emerald green
Same color down by Alexander McQueen
She and her chicas hop in that Bentley SUV
I'm
Rock star
Cuban Link
Bad Bitch
Super Freak
New Flame, Brought it to the streets (Woop)
Aye Aye
Make the stock jump (Jump)
Make the block shake
rhymes
Every little step I take like Bob Brown
And It's so profound that when I throw those nouns
We gon' get low low down until we get back up while
a star (That’s what mama told me)
Mama used to say take your time
Well I’m a pickpocket when I design rhymes
Every little step I take like Bob Brown
need your hoes
Worried about me? You ain't even got clothes some of this shit to get old
Miss the men that's up the road down by one think I need D-Rose
tsitsi wo
Sɛ nea me Kyiri Wia no RAMADAN
Me di wo bɛ breaki me fast sɛ Eid Fitr
Bring it down for me
Check your weight
Check your weight
Shake bum bum
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
And stars that died, no lie
I'm still rootin' for us, two foots in the soil
Rhymes forged that conjoin us to the cosmic
Spliff burning like crude oil, cool
Bob Livingston/Lane Bybee
Now I'm wanted down in Costa Rica
I'm wanted on Ambergris Caye
I'm wanted back in Austin Texas
I'm wanted down in New
Imma do my own
Take my hand and shake it mami
Imma be the star, yeah
Tell 'em motherfucker Imma cut this shit
Yeah you trynna tear me down, but I am
hoe
I call her Bobby
I call her Bobby
I call her Bobby 'cause she bob up, down the pole
Damn, watch her go!
I call her Bobby
Her hair so long
just see
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
to me
I'm draped down in Givenchy
I just put blue guts in the 'Rari
Rich niggas on the intersection, I'm sorry
Bust down watch and shades by Bvlgari
smoking gas and its medical,fuck the police we gon bend the rules,
I'm finna go in take a ride with me, did my dirt by my self no one riding with me, bob
and shiny
Mighty fine-y, glitter, glitz, and chorus line-y
Bob your head and shake your hiney musical
It's a musical (it's a musical)
It is a musical
looking
Did like Bill Cosby, pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar
Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner
Car
(Hey could somebody turn their butt)
Shake your body down, chicka pow
A get, a get, a get ready
What you see is what you get
And you ain't seen
(Hey could somebody turn their butt)
Shake your body down, chicka pow
A get, a get, a get ready
What you see is what you get
And you ain't seen
your whole shit back phat
Don't step to me with that
We can't have that weak that
Bob Digital inside your citadel
Shit is critical, word it's gonna take
Came from afar
The light in the dark
I float thru the stars (Float thru the stars)
They know who I are
Goddess I are
I float thru the stars (Float
it...
Now I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin' dollars so long
Drive a brand new
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