Lyrics:
back So watch yourself And your mentions
I'm that nigga Go by Ro
Better trust your intuition And you know
Make sure you don't count me out
Make sure you
Or fortune cookie crisp, I got harassed by this rookie bitch
Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants
And timed my kids, fifty-dollar
I'ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Oh no Bobby, don't do 'em
Beats by Choc
I'm a black jack dealer
Always got the advantage
I always count skrilla
I ain't a killer, but you pushed me
Like a butterfly, be
can't fuck with this flow Bobby Tarantino gettin' a C note
Oh yeah there he go
Tell me they love it they want it they need it
I never been defeated,
the money; I love the blue face
I count up a check everyday
Whip futuristic; it's from outer space
Brand new i8; who wanna race
It was tenth grade when I first
the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who
me homage
If you do the knowledge, you would know this I was solid
By the time you check your pockets
I already got ya wallet
You can try but
you lying by my side
Right here, 'cause, baby (we belong together)
When you left I lost a part of me (together)
It's still so hard to believe (come
[Big Daddy Kane]
The question at hand, is how do I love thee?
I count the ways but girls don't shove me
One by one you can come and caress me
Back by popular demand
I'm the fucking man
Focused now I'm getting the bands
Count it under hand
Fucking up the summer
I'm just
Fucking up the summer
can’t count
I felt like Bobby Flay, My wrist working in ways that can’t be found
Burn me alive, I don’t cry
I been stuck inside a drought, I don’t lie
School when I got signed
B.o.B was the name, I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed
But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth and
I could
Wake up count it up
Get my money up
Keep that semi tuck
Cuz I’m know I’m up
Wake up count it up
Get my money up
Keep that semi tuck
Cuz I’m know I
You seen all the work I put in nigga
I can tell by how you looking nigga
Countless hours I'm skipping dinner
Missing out on sleep & the time my my
I couldn't be it
Hypmontised by her goodlooks?
Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me!
Consider yourself worn so you can stay.
That 223, give it to me
I'm weighing Bobby Brown by the pound, whatever you need
That 223, give it to me
I'm weighing Bobby Brown by the pound,
you lying by my side
Right here, 'cause, baby (we belong together)
When you left I lost a part of me (together)
It's still so hard to believe (come
(slippery when wet)
I just fucked this rich bitch, we had million dollar sex (hey)
Can't get shot by Cupid so I fucked her with my vest (huh)
Only thing
Count my racks for dinner
I can't take no pictures
And I don't trust broke niggas
Fuck who coming wicha
My niggas come and getcha
Said I'm a real dope
'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Yea you just wanna be right by me
So you can soak up all the game right out me
I use to think that it was you right by me
I remember the day you flew
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