Bob Ross
149 Plays
•12 Jan 2022
Backed up backed up, joint get packed up Call my people people act up Wearing a Bali so mans is masked up Wearing her batty, mans mind is messed up Smoking the Cali got body blessed up Gotta move quick my modes on blast Off my head on a daily duppy I’m Chucky, you’ve got a date with death You woulda thought u were one of the Beales cos you’ve got nothing left To say, to me? Cahh You shouldn’t waste your breath Stole your girl yeh we call that theft, once I touch her breasts she just gets undressed So a said say less, once I get her wet, she can take this penis Replaying ne-yo I love the way she push back pussy is magic but some are a fluke, either way I won’t be rushing back Call me fiasco ,hit with a push and a kick, Big splash as I cum on her rack Go on extract all the things that I lack I’ll just grip on my sac and then point to the door I am no Henry the 8th so won’t off with your head I’ll just off with the jaw After I’ll cut off your arms with a saw use them to bash all that’s left on the floor Roll with a raw, drinkin my voss painting up pictures just call me Bob Ross Dishin out melodies until our frequencies lost Outta the gaff lookin fresh in Lacoste
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good job man
Backed up backed up, joint get packed up Call my people people act up Wearing a Bali so mans is masked up Wearing her batty, mans mind is messed up Smoking the Cali got body blessed up Gotta move quick my modes on blast Off my head on a daily duppy I’m Chucky, you’ve got a date with death You woulda thought u were one of the Beales cos you’ve got nothing left To say, to me? Cahh You shouldn’t waste your breath Stole your girl yeh we call that theft, once I touch her breasts she just gets undressed So a said say less, once I get her wet, she can take this penis Replaying ne-yo I love the way she push back pussy is magic but some are a fluke, either way I won’t be rushing back Call me fiasco ,hit with a push and a kick, Big splash as I cum on her rack Go on extract all the things that I lack I’ll just grip on my sac and then point to the door I am no Henry the 8th so won’t off with your head I’ll just off with the jaw After I’ll cut off your arms with a saw use them to bash all that’s left on the floor Roll with a raw, drinkin my voss painting up pictures just call me Bob Ross Dishin out melodies until our frequencies lost Outta the gaff lookin fresh in Lacoste
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