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b.o.b - frankie limon lyrics

[intro]
i-i-i-i got a six shooter for the top five vets
and then one bullet left to play russian roulette
i’m nostradamus, i’ve seen your future, it’s too late
all y’all n-gg-s suspect i guess crime pays, what can i say?
(what can i say?)

[refrain]
so f-ck you and your mob guys
this the part of the film where your mob dies, i got ’em!

[verse 1]
n-n-n-gg- flip and spit hot coals
i showed you n-gg-s how to go diamond like i was minin’ hope
my mind’s a playground where my mood swings
but i ain’t here to play though, i’m more like plato
y’all n-gg-s play-doh
y-y-yeah, i’m the man of the hour
songs made 30 mils like i’m manufacturing flour
you n-gg-s ain’t that hard to find
should be a fine to get in line like, “d-mn, one at a time”
l-l-l-l-l-like how you n-gg-s make it this far
i never babysit my liquor but i raise the bar
i left the ‘gram to cut an alb-m, n-gg-s thought i was dead
and i ain’t talking diet when i say you n-gg-s fed
i get to, get to, get to, get to, get to slidin’ on ’em
and then i get to, get to, get to frankie limon on ’em
veganism, feminism, government hypnotism
i’m just speaking facts bro, this ain’t even lyricism
i drop a gem but n-gg-s carry the mask
gas tank on empty but the car full of gas
w-w-why do fools gotta try me though (gotta try me though)
like i ain’t got a .308 rifle scope (rifle scope)
n-gg- you ain’t saying sh-t, i’m about to blow (boutta blow)
tell a rap n-gg- park it like a automobile
i ain’t got no more chill

[refrain]
f-ck you and your mob guys
this the part of the flick where the mob dies
and all of the gods rise

[chorus]
gorilla, godzilla, god n-gg-, vibe n-gg-
i don’t need no props n-gg-
i just raise my stocks n-gg-
don’t say i’m pro-black, f-ck n-gg-s
i trust everything but n-gg-s, what n-gg-?
and if you knew what i knew
the government would back up off of you too, boo

[verse 2]
you had the ball but you fumbled though (but you fumbled though)
your bills piling up, you must live in buffalo (you must live in buffalo)
i don’t want no respect from you
sent your girl home in a uber xl to be respectable
n-gg-s gon’ start to question you
how you grown gettin’ bullied?
i guess your mind did not quite develop fully (uh yeah)
i’m going bat sh-t, n-gg-s scared to wipe their -sses
yeah i’m from a different bracket
rappin’ on a track where 2pac did a verse for michael jackson
got the flash drive in my jacket
why the fools try b.o.b
before you try me, try crack, sh-t
tell a n-gg- park it like jur-ssic
country -ss accent, you gotta admit, above average
i just bagged your b-tch, with an iphone 6
i showed you magic, when y’all was getting no bread
on that atkins

[outro]
hi-hi-hi-high hopes for h-ll
they say in war you must oppress the male
n-gg-s said they woke and i’m skeptical
same mentality, you just replace jesus with vegetables

- b o b lyrics

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