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wes tarte - bobbin lyrics

jon bap –
listen i ain’t got a lot that glistens
but with no chickens still get your chick to c-ck l!ckin
the plot thickens thinkin i ain’t have a pot to p-ss in
but wack rappin, d-ck suckas is pasta p-ssin
i could re-stock ya kitchen with your own body murder
you with the ink no irv im jon
bap. ceasin n-ggas with no contact
lyrics is cold k!llas, words with no feelins
but you still feel em
i’m drillin in em the bars with no filler
it’s dopeness in the cracks like cars at dope dealers
in awe with no scrilla
rush of adrenaline when you call jon to wield the mic
in his right, left, whatever
might catch i right, left whenever you wanna fight librettos
pedal not to the metal
still runnin laps around you and p-ssin every time like “h-llo.”
bye bye

chours:
bobbin to this
i know you bobbin to this
bobbin to this
i know you bobbin to this

mike wil-
i got my whole crew ridin to this yo
i can’t help it it’s a problem
i don’t follow so all them fall for me like trees leaves
middle of autumn
i’m in my 4-runner ridin’ round lookin’ for a hot one
got one
sit her in the p-ssenger
i don’t even ask her what she askin for cause she know i’m a bachelor
never ever ever get attached to her
it seems like i’ve surp-ssed another caliber, every square on the calendar
uh. i’m on the scene and i’m militant
seem that my team just k!llin’ it
seems that my jeans just teamin with brilliance
either i never lose or i’m extremely resilient
yo. i said i’m really bent. are you feelin it?
i’m gone deal with it. that’s the deal and i’m sealin it
now you can get with this or you can move it
these suckas can talk about it while we prove it

chours:
bobbin to this
i know you bobbin to this
bobbin to this
i know you bobbin to this

wes tarte-
i wait, then attack rabid…erratic
with a bat and a batting average
so high it slaps the stratosphere(fear)
me. my brains broken i guess i’m a cracked (attic) addict
my mind’s radioactive i only imagine dragons
draggin jewelers by their chains, i’m aladdin
except my carpet’s red with a redbone named jasmin
flashy. cameras flashin. capturing every caption
directing all you see(sea) in these scenes like a captain…
yelling “action”
but cut the acting
i rapping, like a raptor
a beast but i’m more colossal
a dinosaur, check the fossil
i’m sick with a stuffed nostril
impossible how i spit with a snot full in my esophagus
n-ggas time to focus
i’m a riot where i go like a mom with four kids
yo girl be lookin at me like she want four kids
gave her thirsty -ss some milk tell her trix are for kids

bridge:

hey girl you got what i need
you’s a goddess got me falling on my knees
if your man don’t do you right feel free to
drop it low in front of me
hey girl you got what i need
you’s a goddess got me falling on my knees
if your man don’t do you right feel free to
drop it low in front of me
you make me wanna throw money money throw throw money money
throw money money throw throw money money
throw money money throw throw money money
throw money money
you make me wanna throw money money throw throw money money
throw money money throw throw money money
throw money money throw throw money money
throw money money

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