Bob - Headband Lyrics
I already got what I rolled up in my left hand***** on my mind, tighter than a headbandKush in my lungs, ganja in my sweat glandsThis shit better than the next strainShe head down booty poppin...I make that ***** whistle like the Old Spice man... catch it like a cornerbackYou think I give a *****, thats a misconceptionOh what a nightThe roof is on fire, so what Im highOh what a nightShe a bad *****...Look at baby over thereWassup, yo momma come here...She started dancin like she do it in the mirror...