Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon
Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home
Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side
She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight
Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings
Is that the kid should prolly change my name to billy width
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Me and billy got drunk, and shit, we really got into it,
Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
Oh shit sorry billy, you guys know billy ray cyrus righy mileys dad who made her famous,
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,
Third ward general, young cash money
I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.
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