B.O.B lyrics : "Rack City (Freestyle)"
I'm from that city yup, that, that city
Put the cater on my back, got the whole map with me.
This Cush came from Canada, call it immigration
It's way too loud, we gonna need proper ventilation
Two ladies, perfect symmetry
And I gave em both an A plus for participation
Back it up for Bobby, pack it on my camo
If I was a flat screen, she'd be on my channel
What's up with that tone, girl?
What's up with that demo?
She want back shots, so I hit her with that ammo
Yes, I am n animal, I will kill a culture
Corpses all around me, all I see is vultures
Deaths is for the verse and I'm no ornithologist
But I got an eagle eye view of the obvious
All the arrows pointed in the right direction
Dots, I just give you the lines for you to connect them.
No salary cap, no roof, no ceiling
I can do this in my sleep, every dream worth a million
I roll up on your poser, your CD is my coaster
Fool kill yourself, take a shower with a toaster.
Life like a movie, wasted like Gucci
Ain't on that white girl, but she gimmi that Suzy
That Becky, that Bridet, that Kelly at once
repetitive gestures, just all in a bunch
World cup bottoms, trophies on the front
I roll up a bat, I can bunt with my blunt.
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