Blak Jak
Bobbin' My Head
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Lyrics for Bobbin' My Head
Intro:That’s why I be in the back of the club man.
You know what I’m talking about.
With a bottle in my hand.
You know what I’m talking about.
Blowing purp in my mouth man.
Chilling man you know what I’m talking about yeah.
Verse 1:
I’m in the club posted in the back chilling with my niggas with a bottle full of yak.
Stacks on deck everything in motion.
Smoking on the purp like I’m three-wheel coasting.
Cloud 9 floating speakers bumping loud.
Damn near drunk but still I’m peeping out the crowd.
Real G’s don’t dance they keep a sharp crease.
Fresh to a tee nothing but diamonds in the piece.
Slow rolling up the green.
Checking out the scene.
See some niggas in the cut looking hard mugging mean.
But I aint studding that I got to keep it moving.
There’s to many bad bitches in here choosing.
Hook: You can find me in the club posted in the back.
Rolling up the purp and I’m sipping on the yak.
And I’m just.
Bobbing my head.
Bobbing my head.
Bobbing my head.
Bobbing my head.
You can catch me in a whip crushing with a chic.
With the top let down riding hard getting lit.
And I’m just.
Bobbing my head.
Bobbing my head.
Bobbing my head.
Bobbing my head.
Verse 2: So now I’m two-step grooving looking like a player.
Loose on the drink got a nigga holling yeah.
See some niggas jump around.
But they on’t know to act.
That’s why I hit the door and head straight to the back.
Ask for a bottle so I can pour a round.
I aint Yung Joc but its still going down.
Club seems pack niggas stepping on my feet.
Young girls on the floor walking out to the beat.
Young and old niggas on the lean rocking with the snaps.
While the G’s at the bar bobbing head to track.
Cool thick in this bitch got my goons right beside me.
I just came to chill so you know where you can find me.
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Verse 3: And you can catch me in a fly whip with a bad bitch riding thru the hood getting the cornbread and cabbage.
I got to have it I’m trying to live lavish.
A Loft in Miami spending money like it’s a habit.
Let the top drop.
While the wheels turn.
Down on South Beach.
Let the reefer burn.
Pumping Trick Dollar only in America.
Gas on my chest so I’m coming thru your area.
Music too loud couldn’t what hear what she said.
I aint Shauna but I to was getting head.
And if I had some I would shake my dreads but I don’t so I’m in the driver seat bobbing my head.
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