| Oh Bobby
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| Oh Bobby
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| Oh God, oh Bobby
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| These are the chronicles of a black magician, left the rap business
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| Made some plaques with an unthreatening a black image
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| But that’s finished, you niggas still ass kissing, catfishing
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| Before I was rap fishing, I had visions of mostly millions and packed buildings
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| Everybody’s depressed, no happiness
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| It’s sad when you find out the world is trash, inn’it?
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| (Wa-wait 'till they discover its flat)
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| If I ever made me a movie and casted it
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| You wouldn’t have to be at this function
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| A black family, a single and sad, a sell crack to act in it
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| The crooked enslave you, you singing prayers
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| Like Sky Daddy blessing black people with good behaviour like
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| «You're a good nigga (yeah), you’re a good nigga (yeah), here’s a gold sticker»
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| And I swear it’s folks going through my house when they know I ain’t home
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| It be your own people, you don’t know what I’m on
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| Chopped it up with shawty slim like nigga pick up the phone
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| Stayed up 'till 5am just to finish this song
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| You ain’t gotta say «Let's get it», bitch I got it
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| I ain’t gotta dumb it down, they just gotta catch up
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| I don’t need boy scout, bad bitch, I’m ain’t a tiger cub
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| Fuck you and your entire club
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| Fuck you, bitch, I’m fired up
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| I’m the whole entire plug
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| The way I drive fuck my tires up
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| Game over, nigga, time’s up
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| Me and my bitch, fuck your bitch, ayy
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| You ain’t know she was with the shit, ayy
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| Yeah, we some thots, no kids, ayy
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| Woah, I’m high as fuck, just a sip, ayy
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| Bobby Ray Bandz, I’m the shit, ayy
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| Fake niggas keep jumping ship
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| How good does good get?
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| There’s more to life than being hood rich
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| You ain’t on what I’m on
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| You ain’t on what I’m on
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| You ain’t on what I’m on
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| Chopped it up with shawty slim, nigga pick up the phone
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| Chopped it up with big rich, nigga pick up the phone
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| Chopped it up with TJ, nigga pick up the phone
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| Chopped it up with B-Side, lived the real street life
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| Chopped it up with Playboy Tre, pick up the phone
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| Chopped it up with London
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| Chopped it up with Havi
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| Chopped it up with Jacques
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| Chopped it with the money
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| Chopped it up with T.I.P
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| Chopped it up with Rocky
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| Chopped it up with Tech N9ne, nigga, who gon' stop me?
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| Niggas know I’m mobbin'
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| Niggas know I’m not playin'
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| What’s her name, what’s her name? |
| Could it be Roxxanne?
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| Niggas know I’m the bomb, woah, kemosabe
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| Racist white people look at me like Bin Laden
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| How many crisis actors I hear rapping today?
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| How many dick appointments can she make in a day?
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| Young guys think they’re coldest can be, but even triple OGs get old in the
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| knees
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| Always knew niggas was gon' wake up
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| Ain’t shit to worry 'bout if you ain’t trying to opress us
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| The whole hotep club
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| The whole no flex club
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| But if you had the money, buy a Rolex club (hotel parade)
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| Gotta be broke, to be woke, no check club (ho hey)
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| No sex, no neck (ho, hotel parade)
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| No neck, no sex, no sex (ho hey ho)
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| How much clout? |
| How much clout? |
| How much clout make that ass come out?
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| How much clout make them titties come out?
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| How much clout? |
| How much clout?
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| How much clout make you fakers take a bow? |
| Game over |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Nigger Sticker (Freestyle), artist - B.o.B. Album song NAGA, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп