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B O B Past My Shades

past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my

past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my

past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my

weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a 'Dear Ja' letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M O B Money

the d, you number one m.c. so give me dat microphone so i can play the past lyrics, yo i can put my thoughts over a 5 piece screw and with my words i'

and whoever fall wit ya [Chorus] Cuz im on (wipe me down) [8x] Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes [4x] [Verse 2 (Lil Boosie)] B.O.O.S.I.E.B.A.D.A.Z.Z.

said that's where I gotta go So here I am, paid in the rap trade But still gettin played, for my darker shade That's not the only p-r-o-b-l-e-m Man, that

) You frontin' like this was a thing of the past With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross sided

on the block, I'm on my grind (I'm on my grind) And when I'm ducked off in the trap it's hustle time (It's hustle time) I'm bout my paper, bout my cash