Wes Tarte - Bobbin (Wes Tarte) lyrics

Jon Bap - Listen I ain't got a lot that glistens But with no chickens still get your chick to co*k lickin The plot thickens thinkin I ain't have a pot to piss in But wack rappin, dick s**as is pasta pissin I could re-stock ya kitchen with your own body murder You with the ink no irv Im jon Bap. Ceasin n***as with no contact Lyrics is cold k**as, words with no feelins But you still feel em I'm drillin in em the bars with no filler It's dopeness in the cracks like cars at dope dealers In awe with no scrilla Rush of adrenaline when you call Jon to wield the mic In his right, left, whatever Might catch I right, left whenever you wanna fight librettos Pedal not to the metal Still runnin laps around you and pa**in every time like "hello." Bye bye CHOURS: Bobbin to this I know you bobbin to this Bobbin to this I know you bobbin to this Mike Wil- I got my whole crew ridin to this yo I can't help it it's a problem I don't follow so all them fall for me like trees leaves Middle of autumn I'm in my 4-runner ridin' round lookin' for a hot one Got one Sit her in the pa**enger I don't even ask her what she askin for cause she know I'm a bachelor Never ever ever get attached to her It seems like I've surpa**ed another caliber, every square on the calendar Uh. I'm on the scene and I'm militant Seem that my team just k**in' it Seems that my jeans just teamin with brilliance Either I never lose or I'm extremely resilient Yo. I said I'm really bent. Are you feelin it? I'm gone deal with it. That's the deal and I'm sealin it Now you can get with this or you can move it These s**as can talk about it while we prove it CHOURS: Bobbin to this I know you bobbin to this Bobbin to this I know you bobbin to this Wes Tarte- I wait, then attack rabid...erratic With a bat and a batting average So high it slaps the stratosphere(fear) Me. My brains broken I guess I'm a cracked (attic) Addict My mind's radioactive I only Imagine Dragons Draggin j**elers by their chains, I'm Aladdin Except my carpet's red with a redbone named Jasmin Flashy. Cameras flashin. Capturing every caption Directing all you see(sea) in these scenes like a Captain... Yelling "Action" But cut the acting I rapping, like a raptor A beast but I'm more colossal A dinosaur, check the fossil I'm sick with a stuffed nostril Impossible how I spit with a snot full in my esophagus n***as time to focus I'm a riot where I go like a mom with four kids Yo girl be lookin at me like she want four kids Gave her thirsty a** some milk tell her Trix Are For Kids BRIDGE: Hey girl you got what I need You's a goddess got me falling on my knees If your man don't do you right feel free to Drop it low in front of me Hey girl you got what I need You's a goddess got me falling on my knees If your man don't do you right feel free to Drop it low in front of me You make me wanna throw money money throw throw money money Throw money money throw throw money money Throw money money throw throw money money Throw money money You make me wanna throw money money throw throw money money Throw money money throw throw money money Throw money money throw throw money money Throw money money