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bobby three - willy wonka lyrics

verse 1:
two shots to the dome, better stay gone
i don’t f-ck with people who don’t f-cking know
never gotta’ think about it twice when i’m in the zone
‘dana on my head, see i’m not really really done
but i really don’t mind, ’cause i know who’s who
watching fake b-tches from my rear tint view
two doors locked, see i’m in the coupe
lies on my grave, thots wanna’ loop
i’m telling the truth, but you ain’t got a clue
waiting for mops, now i’m f-cking with you
stay in the back, like f-ck it my dude
hang around back, like f-ck it i knew
f-ck it i knew
this what i do
f-ck it my dude
this what i prove
trying to get violent, shit man i’m wildin’
looking lit up like a fire, shit man i’m ballin’
24/7 i got plata, in my pocket
mind of a winner, wonder if they have it
crib by the lake, b-ss in the base
rumors running about what they have to say
now what they have to say
tell me what they have to say
don’t try to steal my payday
’cause i got my ways

hook:
’cause i got my ways
b-tch i got my ways
look i got my ways
’cause i got my ways
b-tch i got my ways
look i got my ways

verse 2:
f-ck with the kid while he’s f-cking on your b-tch
matter of inches she likes double digs
matter of fact see i am that kid
this is the game, and i’m deep in it
i’m dipping it, sauce on my lips
blunt god d-mn golden from all of these drinks
movies ain’t shit, this ain’t a flick
my life is a film, the way i’m living it
chances are zero to none, this is all luck
catch me and no i’m not prone
delivering some, getting my bun, steady delivering sums
word to the player i’m on the god d-mn street
if you wanna’ f-ck, bring your god d-mn heat
never run your mouth if you’re god d-mn weak
and never f-ck a b-tch if she’s god d-mn beat
really, really, real
really, really, real
willy wonka hills
young bob bills
really, really, real
really, really, real
willy wonka hills
young bob bills

outro:
two shots to the dome, better stay gone
i don’t f-ck with people who don’t f-cking know
never gotta’ think about it twice when i’m in the zone
‘dana on my head, see i’m not really really done
but i really don’t mind, ’cause i know who’s who
watching fake b-tches from my rear tint view
two doors locked, see i’m in the coupe
lies on my grave, thots wanna’ loop
two-two shots to the dome, better stay gone
i don’t f-ck with people who don’t f-cking know
never gotta’ think about it twice when i’m in the zone
‘dana on my head, see i’m not really done
not really done
i’m not really done

- bobby three lyrics

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