, and over, over .. Call with your boy. Now that you are here with me Baby, let's do it right Lady you know just what I need I want to hold you , oh,
or jump like white men, Uhh, fuck you niggas wan' do? No Ceilings let the bullets rain on you, Weezy F the F is for Fuck what you gon' do, Make you people mourn you
back Laying in St. Tropez sand Then later on let me get that back While you're screaming Bobby V "You are my man!" Chorus (CyHi Da Prynce) You remind me of my hat Cause you
with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real [Crooked I] Fuck you blood-suckin parasites
' music You be like my DJ, Bobby V on replay Never get enough, never get enough the way you rock my body The way I rock yo' body I'm gon' hold my breath
How did you get that in those jeans The way you dropping it is killing me I'll meet you in the V.I.P. When you sizzling wanna lay you on the floor I
Rog, you gotta get down And to my man Danny, you gotta get down And to my main man Sauce, you gotta get down And to my man Bobby V, you gotta get down
a white bitch by her titties Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology Quick wit the pistol, leave you cripple if you
, you got me thinkin bout you babe Got me dreamin' bout you baby All that I have, baby it's yours, forever and ever [Chorus:] All I want is, to be with you
to my Ohio players, clocking that paper To all them fly pimps in Detroit, rocking them gators Riding around, with the top down, heat in the lap Stay balling, with
haters stayin actin up (actin up) You flashin what? I'm flashin frosty nuts Girl if you come and take a ride with me And if you ridin with me, sit back
marshalls moving in Marshmellows inside my pen Sweet sixteens, got sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin I'm so appalled, with a prototype with a guy now protocol You
were you last Saturday? and don't lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery" don't make me have to bling you or see you in the street and doubleteam you with
now, cryyyyy now"} [Bobby Creekwater] Yo, Obie, they gonna fuck with us this time nigga (B-G-O-V) Uh, Bobby Creek, nigga Laugh now, cry never, my beretta
than if my name was Mr. Drummond [Tone V2-B] Can I take you out? Probably Make you take wrong turns like when Whitney decided to marry Bobby You'll get
How did you get that in those jeans The way you dropping it is killing me I'll meet you in the V.I.P [Verse 2] When you sizzling wanna lay you on the
bitch by her titties Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology Quick wit the pistol, leave you cripple if you
