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Tyson S.T - On Bobby (feat. Skyffa) Lyrics



Tyson S.T - On Bobby (feat. Skyffa) Lyrics




I get that face no mask
I do your bitch like a task
F*ck on that bitch and I digital dash
Chasing the bag need my racks
Huh ooo
Shawty a baddie ,she got a fatty
Hop in a caddy
Im getting high,you not at it
Hit them funks my time piece dancing
Don't f*ck with me,you'll get murdered
On my Bobby Shmurda
I hit that boy with a burner
I hit that boy with a burner
I get that face no mask
I do your bitch like a task
F*ck on that bitch and I digital dash
Chasing the bag need my racks
Huh ooo
Shawty a baddie ,she got a fatty
Hop in a caddy
Im getting high,you not at it
Hit them funks my time piece dancing
Don't f*ck with me,you'll get murdered
On my Bobby Shmurda
I hit that boy with a burner
I hit that boy with a burner

This how it be when I'm riding
Don't talk to me with that violence
My aura is flooded in diamonds
Pretty ,my bitch is a stylist, f*ck it I'm wilding
I might leave you lying , I'm one with my eyelids
I blush at surprises
I'm winking at timing, I'm watching the clock count the blessings in silence
I run up on opps tell em' say that in private
Nah public with that bullshit,say it nigga
This ain't no "see you after school" I'm okay with link ups
I'ma need that seven figure money if a label hit up
I'ma get that paper-paper moving like a f*cking stripper ,f*ck it
Big budget ,niggas ducking , on bobby its nothing
The world feed me punches
There's a reason why these niggas grow to hate me
F*cked the girl whose pic's you double tap on daily
There's at least a million reasons why they ain't me
Mercedes ,that's driven fast in future mainly
Need like one Hatfield queen on me,yeah
Two big cheeks that donkey,yeah
R.I.P my homie, yea
Free my cousins bitch,on my bobby shit

I get that face no mask
I do your bitch like a task
F*ck on that bitch and I digital dash
Chasing the bag need my racks
Huh ooo
Shawty a baddie ,she got a fatty
Hop in a caddy
Im getting high,you not at it
Hit them funks my time piece dancing
Don't f*ck with me,you'll get murdered
On my Bobby Shmurda
I hit that boy with a burner
I hit that boy with a burner

There's a lot now,see my block now
When I come round, large crowd
Homies get loud,there's no opp round
Duck down,never duck down
You with us now, funds out
Business front now, yea it's front now
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I get that face no mask
I do your bitch like a task
F*ck on that bitch and I digital dash
Chasing the bag need my racks
Huh ooo
Shawty a baddie ,she got a fatty
Hop in a caddy
Im getting high,you not at it
Hit them funks my time piece dancing
Don't f*ck with me,you'll get murdered
On my Bobby Shmurda
I hit that boy with a burner
I hit that boy with a burner
I get that face no mask
I do your bitch like a task
F*ck on that bitch and I digital dash
Chasing the bag need my racks
Huh ooo
Shawty a baddie ,she got a fatty
Hop in a caddy
Im getting high,you not at it
Hit them funks my time piece dancing
Don't f*ck with me,you'll get murdered
On my Bobby Shmurda
I hit that boy with a burner
I hit that boy with a burner

This how it be when I'm riding
Don't talk to me with that violence
My aura is flooded in diamonds
Pretty ,my bitch is a stylist, f*ck it I'm wilding
I might leave you lying , I'm one with my eyelids
I blush at surprises
I'm winking at timing, I'm watching the clock count the blessings in silence
I run up on opps tell em' say that in private
Nah public with that bullshit,say it nigga
This ain't no "see you after school" I'm okay with link ups
I'ma need that seven figure money if a label hit up
I'ma get that paper-paper moving like a f*cking stripper ,f*ck it
Big budget ,niggas ducking , on bobby its nothing
The world feed me punches
There's a reason why these niggas grow to hate me
F*cked the girl whose pic's you double tap on daily
There's at least a million reasons why they ain't me
Mercedes ,that's driven fast in future mainly
Need like one Hatfield queen on me,yeah
Two big cheeks that donkey,yeah
R.I.P my homie, yea
Free my cousins bitch,on my bobby shit

I get that face no mask
I do your bitch like a task
F*ck on that bitch and I digital dash
Chasing the bag need my racks
Huh ooo
Shawty a baddie ,she got a fatty
Hop in a caddy
Im getting high,you not at it
Hit them funks my time piece dancing
Don't f*ck with me,you'll get murdered
On my Bobby Shmurda
I hit that boy with a burner
I hit that boy with a burner

There's a lot now,see my block now
When I come round, large crowd
Homies get loud,there's no opp round
Duck down,never duck down
You with us now, funds out
Business front now, yea it's front now
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Writer: Nkateko Mnisi, Thabiso Moya
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Tyson S.T
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: Nkateko Mnisi, Thabiso Moya

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