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B.o.B

Matador Bobby

 

Matador Bobby

(album: NAGA - 2018)


Matador Bobby, I don't play
Matador Bobby, I don't play
Matador Bobby, I don't play
Did I scare you?

Matador Bobby, I don't play
Miss me with that bullshit, ole', ole'
Steal your señorita in a day
And I got that cannon, who you fucking wit?
[?] from the free throw, how I'm ducking shit
Fuck a publicist, ball and get a pub-assist
Who the man? Who the man? Who the man?
Got more wad than .Paak, bitch, I'm bubbling
Bitch, I'm bubbling, bubbling
Bitch I'm bubbling, bubbling
Bitch I'm bubbling, bubbling
Bitch I'm
Got more wad than .Paak, bitch, I'm bubbling

When you that clean, a bad bitch'll [?]
Call me Billy Blanks, kick, punch, elbow
Park your bitch out there, out, now we fit, now
If I went to jail for a night, she my pen pal
Pen pal, 'cause she miss me that much
Make her pull out one titty like Janet Jackson
(Janet Jackson, Janet Jackson)
(Janet Jackson, Janet Jackson)
(Janet Jackson, Janet Jackson)
Tr-tr-tr-tryna get ya' cap up, but your brim low
Talking all that itty shit, but your wins low
I'm the hottest nigga, period menstrual
And I don't talk to no police, and that's a tenfold

Matador Bobby, I don't play
Miss me with that bullshit, ole', ole'
Steal your señorita in a day
And I got that cannon, who you fucking wit?
[?] from the free throw, how I'm ducking shit
Fuck a publicist, ball and get a pub-assist
Who the man? Who the man? Who the man?
Got more wad than .Paak, bitch, I'm bubbling
Bitch, I'm bubbling, bubbling
Bitch I'm bubbling, bubbling
Bitch I'm bubbling, bubbling
Bitch I'm
Got more wad than .Paak, bitch, I'm bubbling
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pow)

done

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