Bobby Q - Holla.txt
Holla mayn! It's the double B back in this bitch,
rappers gets ill right before they're batteling qib
and with "rappers get ill", I mean that rappers get sick,
find 'em making out with their toiletseats back at their cribs
and I find it quite funny, thinkin' they can outrun me
stumblin' at the finish line, as I take the price money
all I can do is laugh, cuz we all know "you're the man!"
no butts! ... except your bootys ass.. well you do the math
and I got emo chicks, with cleavages wanting to see my dick,
while I whip it out, screamin' "wheap at this!"
'cuz ya'll can eat my shit and die, leave your pity rhymes,
and stick behind, 'cuz I'm what every women would kall Mr. Right
and ya'll get to know why i'm a star thats so bright
that i'll outshine you til' you ain't gettin' up like Marc Eckö!
so honestly man.. it doesn't matter how many shows you go to,
cuz all you'll see is me, but whatever flows your boat dude..
Holla..
Night-session at your service
Sincerly yours Bobby Q
damn, what's wrong with my generation?
we was the cream of the crop but it seems we've been robbed
that's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
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