Album: Certified Clubtapes, Vol. 9

Bobby, bitch, oh, you ain’t know?
Bobby, bitch, Bobby, bitch
Bodies bitch, with that body flip
You know? I don’t know karate, bitch
We dropping bodies, bitch
They say, shootin’is my hobby, bitch
And I’m a problem, kid
Walk up on him with revolvers
I ain’t with that talkin’shit
Bobby, bitch, oh, yeah, I’m Bobby, bitch
Oh, you ain’t know? They call me Bobby, bitch, oh, yeah, I’m Bobby, bitch
Oh, you ain’t know? They call me Bobby, bitch, oh, yeah, I’m Bobby, bitch
Oh, you ain’t know? They call me Bobby, bitch, Bobby, bitch
And I’m down to catch a body, bitch
And hit that hommy switch
And I bet that all these hollow tips
Gon’make his body twitch
But if I hit you with the shotty, bitch
I bet that body flip
Watch, I caught him with them zombie tips
And made his body spin
You niggas leap, you feelin’froggy, bitch
My niggas doggie, bitch
Run up on him with that forty, bitch
And go retarded, bitch
Fuck ya feelings, ain’t no sorries, bitch
No sorries, bitch
Shoot that nigga and his shorty, bitch
Shorty, bitch
And I’m shootin’niggas left to right
If they ain’t steppin’right
My lil nigga keep that weapon tight
He’ll leave you dead on sight
Look lil nigga, we the flexin’type
You feel like flexin', aight?
Put a bullet in ya head tonight
We leave you dead tonight
Tell that bitch, I need some head tonight
I got my cheddar right
She said, how much you tryna spend tonight?
I got the better price
I said, I can’t even spend the night
I gotta catch a flight
But I still touch it down like Jerry Rice, Jerry Rice, touchdown

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