Words don't mean That much to me, girl You tell me I'm yo' man, make me think I'm all that When I'm not around, will you take it all back? Words don'
Words don't mean that much to me girl You tell me I'm yo man make me think I'm all that When I'm not around do you take it all back? Words don't mean
Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
need to prolong, you can let him know You ain't gotta hold on, you can let him go I know you probably need a soldier yo You can tell him that Bobby V
Sexy girl (Repeat) I found out where she parties Hopped in the whip to check the scene There she was in VIP Lookin' sooo good What's up ma I'm Bobby V
am Bobby. It's gotta be the same Effects, music and lights, (fogging and strobing) in synchronisation with the music Bobby Robert walks to bar where Bobby
glad you got me You can trust in my love My L-O-V-E (My love, My love, My) Some think that love is just a word Because of all the things they've heard
Andre Nickatina] Man I'm a coke rap spitter A hair pin trigger A crime rhyme dealer is illa but on the realer Spin around tornado lust for the words Rap
now, cryyyyy now"} [Bobby Creekwater] Yo, Obie, they gonna fuck with us this time nigga (B-G-O-V) Uh, Bobby Creek, nigga Laugh now, cry never, my beretta
prolong you can let him know, you ain't gotta hold on you can let him go I know you probably need a soldier yo, you can tell him that Bobby V told you
Sexy girl [Repeat] I found out when she parties Hopped in the whip to check the scene There she was in VIP Lookin' so good What's up ma I'm Bobby V
t speak, the deez host publicly Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's Don't know what these broads trouble grief For these roll double V's, please
is the D-I-V-Ine Styler-Ine, and all come inside Divine, I'm listenig to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS. I am outta here, ha ha ha! [BOBBY SIMMONS
, cryyyyy now"} [Bobby Creekwater] Yo, Obie, they gonna fuck with us this time nigga (B-G-O-V) Uh, Bobby Creek, nigga Laugh now, cry never, my beretta
