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Oh Bobby Oh Bobby Oh God, oh Bobby These are the chronicles of a black magician, left the rap business Made some plaques with an unthreatening a black image But that's finished, you niggas still ass kissing, catfishing Before I was rap fishing, I had visions of mostly millions and packed buildings Everybody's depressed, no happiness It's sad when you find out the world is trash, inn'it? (Wa-wait till they discover it's flat) If I ever made me a movie and casted it You wouldn't have to be a dysfunctional black family A single and sad, a sell crack to act in it The crooked enslave you, you singing prayers Like Sky Daddy blessing black people with good behaviour like "You're a good nigga (yeah), you're a good nigga (yeah), here's a gold sticker" And I swear it's folks going through my house When they know I ain't home It be your own people, you don't know what I'm on Chopped it up with shawty slim like nigga pick up the phone Stayed up till 5am just to finish this song You ain't gotta say "Let's get it", bitch I got it I ain't gotta dumb it down, they just gotta catch up I don't need boy scout, bad bitch, I'm ain't a tiger cub Fuck you and your entire club, fuck you, bitch, I'm fired up SongtexteI'm the whole entire plug, the way I drive fuck my tires up Game over, nigga, time's up, me and my bitch, fuck your bitch, ayy You ain't know she was with the shit, ayy Yeah, we some thots, no kids, ayy Whoa, I'm high as fuck, just a sip, ayy Bobby Ray Bandz, I'm the shit, ayy Fake niggas keep jumping ship, how good does good get? There's more to life than being hood rich, you ain't on what I'm on You ain't on what I'm on, you ain't on what I'm on Chopped it up with shawty slim, nigga pick up the phone Chopped it up with big rich, nigga pick up the phone Chopped it up with TJ, nigga pick up the phone Chopped it up with B-Side, lived the real street life Chopped it up with Playboy Tre, pick up the phone Chopped it up with London, chopped it up with Havi Chopped it up with Jacques, chopped it with the money Chopped it up with T.I.P, chopped it up with Rocky Chopped it up with Tech N9ne, nigga, who gon' stop me? Niggas know I'm mobbin', niggas know I'm not playin' What's her name, what's her name? Could it be Roxxanne? Niggas know I'm the bomb, woah, kemosabe Racist white people look at me like Bin Laden How many crisis actors I hear rapping today? How many dick appointments can she make in a day? Young guys think they're coldest can be But even triple OGs get old in the knees Always knew niggas was gon' wake up Ain't shit to worry 'bout if you ain't trying to opress us The whole hotep club, the whole no flex club But if you had the money, buy a Rolex club (hotel parade) Gotta be broke, to be woke, no check club (ho hey) No sex, no neck (ho, hotel parade) No neck, no sex, no sex (ho hey ho) How much clout? How much clout? How much clout make that ass come out? How much clout make them titties come out? How much clout? How much clout? How much clout make you fakers take a bow? Game over Aus Songtexte Mania