Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bob , by - Baby Tate. Song from the album BOYS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Yung Baby Tate
Song language: English
Bob |
| Bob the Builder lookin' ass nigga |
| All up in my mixture tryna take a picture |
| Say he see the vision I’m like «huh, go figure» |
| All up in my ear like «can I build wit ya?» |
| Paid off, I don’t owe no man |
| He wanna build wit me |
| Umm, no we can’t |
| All these boys got cooties |
| I don’t wanna hold hands |
| And you know my life a movie |
| So I need a gold man |
| I call him Oscar |
| If he get grouchy |
| Put this cookie on him proper |
| Look at my noodle |
| Man I could’ve been a doctor |
| I dropped outta school |
| & I turned into Betty Crocker |
| Catch me in the kitchen cooking beats |
| These niggas peekin' up my apron |
| Tryna find the recipe |
| And they think they on my level |
| Baby, stretch before you reach |
| «I don’t know about this line |
| Lemme test it out and see… |
| Baby can I build wit ya?» |
| Naw nigga, boy please! |
| Bob the Builder lookin' ass nigga |
| All up in my mixture tryna take a picture |
| Say he see the vision I’m like «huh, go figure» |
| All up in my ear like «can I build wit ya?» |
| Bob (Bob) bit bob that back |
| He gone slob (slob) from my neck to my crack |
| Want that check wit no tax |
| I’m the best, that’s the facts |
| I’m a five-course meal |
| Half these bitches barely snacks |
| (Speed it up) |
| These niggas think they slick |
| Broke boy, fuck boy make me sick |
| They ain’t tryna build, tryna slang that dick |
| I already know cuz a hoe psychic |
| I peeped the future like That’s So Raven |
| I’m making more money and these hoes still hating |
| Stop what? |
| Stop who? |
| Can’t stop Nathan |
| Killing everybody, better call me Jason |
| Can we build it? |
| No we cannot |
| I ain’t even got no children |
| These hoes call me mom |
| Boss bitches in the building |
| That know what you got |
| Tell these boys to hush that noise |
| We taking over the lot |
| Nigga! |
| Bob the Builder lookin ass nigga |
| All up in my mixture tryna take a picture |
| Say he see the vision I’m like «huh, go figure» |
| All up in my ear like «can I build wit ya?» |