Phat Rob – Bobby Ross

Phat Rob – Bobby Ross Lyrics

Artist: Phat Rob
Song: Bobby Ross

Yo i don’t have nightmares, only cash dreams
I mean this dream is the reason my pockets sap green
I’m rolling dice in their game of life like the craps scene
A special dude, singing tunes like the m*a*s*h theme

No kidding, the drip i got like i’m going swimming
I’m on a mission, my mind is set on the road i’m whipping
I love my n#gg#s, my feelings sad when they go to prison
My swag is pimping, trench coat alizarin crimson

My lady love me, she wanna rub me and bobby let her
My opps is heated, in meetings discussing how they’ll gеt him
But i don’t faze it a bit, i’m remaining positive
Evеn though my thoughts are shaded in clouds like a dark sienna

Or midnight black, i’m cool i just sit right back
That can’t be something i couldn’t help with a midnight snack
I do what i do with their music, just appreciate me
They hate me lately, painful comments like they kicked my sack

Uh, and that mother f#cker hurt, god damn
Don’t do that no more, don’t do that no more
Titanium white the coke on the table
Where i’m sitting and talking business with a russian crew

You do me wrong and the water’s where i’ll display you
Your body floating in ocean the water prussian blue
Or phthalo blue scattered you for phthalo green
Hospitalized him and made him cry like splattered spleen

Make he feel like a worthless *happy accidents* like a comedian
That couldn’t make you laugh with the tragic life of a shattered dream
I’m dressed like a 90’s rapper, i’m moving mellow
Du-rag under the headband, i’m looking swell though

Got the fresh air forces, they all black
But the nike check on the side of the shoe cadmium yellow
Jersey’s indian yellow, the .. *happy accidents* yellow ochre
I’ll choke ya for disrespect and give you a light head

A fat n#gg# living gutter like the i’m shrek the ova *happy accidents*
My n#gg#s brimming they twisting fingers in bright red
I feel like bob ross, swag with the perm fro
Lyrics hotter than crockpots, you’ll burn slow

Make a n#gg# lose his job, get him furloughed
I’m a nice guy, my temper could be the worst though
The joy of painting a special rhyme is a special talent
f#ck a freestyle, present a written and let you have

Bobby the fattest, the best at rapping never no wack sh#t
I do rapid, it’s fast like a automatic ratchet
Ayo, no f#ck sh#t, i made a, made a couple mistakes in this sh#t
But um..

In the great words of, the great bob woss (happy accidents).. bob ross
We only make happy mistakes..
Ok, no accidents over here baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, phat bobby ross
Ahahaha
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Release Year: 2022