One color is different, it's red. Nothing else
Tercüme: Bükülmüş. O Bobby.
Such a perfect love, he had your heart wide open He had you flying high in the beginning Then eventually, the perfect picture faded And now you wanna
Come back when you grow up, girl You're still livin' in a paper-doll world Livin' ain't easy, lovin's twice as tough So come back, baby, when you grow
sound can't be scared Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby
wild, reconcile Trust, I touch kids but I'm no paedophile The superfly, I, O'Neal holdin' the steel With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the
me dialin out the green in a shine dime i got a lan in the rover, bent over, game over (i said) i got a lan in the rover, bent over, game over lil mama
pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that My dolo rapper get you sent back Represent the gentlemens who bent
ATM I have dreams of fucking an R an' B bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny I'm about to stick Bobby
a Mack on clacks Try to jack and I will attack It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that B.o.B Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
' for the trailway bus When I seen an old pen layin' in the gutter so I reached down and picked it up It was beaten and bent and cast aside pretty much
eat a greasy bigmac Find me smoked out, ain't unlikely That's why my homies call me D the L-O-C You'll catch me at a party deep in O.C. Representin that
spread your wings like a peacock Girl you be the bomb and Bobby be shell shocked Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe Into a perfect O and
is die shit, h-h-h hot! Ik ben Bobby jij bent Whitney. K ben Kevin jij bent Britney. Ik ben goed jij bent slecht. Jij bent te gek maar baby ik niet.
reconcile Trust, I touch kids, but I'm no pedophile The Superfly, I, O'Neal, holdin' the steel With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the wheel
Wealthy Boss In The Game, What The Fuck They Gon Tell Me? A Towns Auntre, Aftermath, Shaady! [Eminem:] Shaaaddyyy, (Bobby Creek!) We're Back! [Bobby
She spread your wings like a peacock Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked! Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe into a perfect O,
up Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that My dolo rapper get you sent back Represent the gentlemens who bent
