B.P.B. / Bobby Is The Groom

Lyrics

[Skit: Erick, Juice and Bobby] - Woooo! - Yo, yo, word to my mother, you Avirex leather is fire, b! - I'm drunk as fuck! Heh hey let's get it. Truth be told, you Nicce fleece is tight! - But dog, you got the Akademiks jeans - Yo you told me to deal you, your bling-bling is slamming and your Timbs is unlaced? Ooooh! - Oh what up, what up, what up partners? - What's good? - I see y'all man, but look, man, look at these with the reflectors... *inaudible* - I see ya, I see ya [Intro: A$AP Twelvyy] She do it for the cash She do it for the cash She wanna shake her back She better shake that ass Brown paper bag She do it for the cash She wanna make it last You better shake that ass Brown paper bag She do it for the cash She wanna make it last She better shake that ass Now grab a paper bag [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] I know some down bitches That go down on bitches I mean, her head delicious I mean, her pussy vicious Might have to make some wishes Really walk the walk 'til I'm out of chalk Burn bitches' ball I ain't tryna start Kings County, baby Don't want to save me 'Til I'm dead and gone Just lessons learned Don't pull the trigger If you can't take the burn Puff, puff, pass Get your own grass Make a [?] bitch and put ya own ass Might take a dab Then I break a back Countin' pesos I'm a A$AP [?] low, where's the weed though Put the ball to my own and my free throws She took 'em out Now she back it in 'Til I'm finished, dog Got the money shot Need a pussy hot 'Bout to make a drop Twelvyy says every 30 on the dot, dot, dot... [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] What you gon' be? Many walk this Earth, I chose to be a Zombie Always learn from the greats and the ones before me Then shit turned to shreds when I lost my homie Nothing comes free, they say ya motherfucker militant They break out bounties so a nigga gon' kill again Make your move Pick and choose What you got to prove? Independent, I concile my own commas too You so small in this scale, I do not acknowledge you Blowing dope in your face, chronic leaves my fire too But, I am all in Cross a couple [?] you probably can't match my wisdom [?] for dinner [Verse 3: A$AP Twelvyy] This ain't for beginners Or it's in November Stackin' up my statline Looking like a center Pussy and placenta Mix it with some ginger Taste it with some jack I ain't never gon' remember Ballin' like I'm Kemba Flying like I'm [?] Hotter than an ember I'd probably fuck Amber Probably fuck Amber Probably be a happy fucking camper I'd probably be Debbie and fuck day to day [Outro: A$AP Twelvyy] She do it for the cash She do it for the cash She wanna shake her back She better shake that ass Brown paper bag She do it for the cash She wanna make it last You better shake that ass Brown paper bag She do it for the cash She wanna make it last She better shake that ass Now grab a paper bag