Quandale Dingle - Mikey Bobby

My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to touch his weenie doodle My mom caught him and beat him with a pan I created an explosive bomb and put it in my sister's lunchbox It blew her to smithereens T-T-T-T Talk down Now I think that she gonna need a watch dog I should tell her my feelings but I'm not down Told that little boy to sit down I said sit down (bruh) And she asked if I'm happy, said I'm not If I leave, will he take my spot Spot Ask the boy what he even got Spot Spot Ask the boy if he even drop My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to touch his weenie doodle My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to beat him with a pan My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to beat him with an explosive bomb Bruh bruh bruah Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up We got breaking news Quandale Dingle escaped from prison Come on guys, listen up Hey, Quandale Dingle here I just escaped prison (ouhh) I am staying at my friend Juandale Pringle's house (Hehehe) As I was running away from cops, (WHAT) I fell and scraped some of my foreskin off (aaaaa) A guy named Garfield Jensen bent me over in the shower while I was in prison (WHAT ARE YOU DOING) My baby mama Shaniqua Anderson told me to pay child support so I gave my baby to creepy old guys Oh yeah That was the update Thank you for listening Now back to your normally scheduled song See, it's like. I love Quandale Dingle I give him a 10 out of 10 What do you guys think T-T-T-T Talk down Now I think that she gonna need a watch dog I should tell her my feelings but I'm not down Told that little boy to sit down I said sit down (bruh) And she asked if I'm happy, said I'm not If I leave, will he take my spot Spot Ask the boy what he even got Spot Spot Ask the boy if he even drop My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to touch his weenie doodle My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to beat him with a pan My goofy ah uncle tried to get me to beat him with an explosive bomb Bruh bruh bruah

Oh my God, Kinden stop playing with me Let's go Yeah, Quandale on the beat In the front seat You know that I'm pushin' P (hah) Gotta free me Rest in peace Daquavius He really from the streets He was out there when we got beat At the McDonald's (hah) Straight from the streets In the hood we bring out the choppa Sippin' that lean, my .40 finna sweep My ice doing dances, my money is clean Pull out the Draco, leave that boy bleeding Ride in a phantom, hold him for ransom Say it's Quandale, then throw a tantrum (hah) Free him from jail, go spin the block Say he an opp, we gonna send shots Straight hit the Henny, the Molly, the lean Say that you trippin', boy you can't read Say someone snitching, we gonna air it out (let's go) Drop a few racks, Amiri my pants Quandale's in jail, that's really sad Gucci my jacket, toss me the bag Put on the ski mask, we gonna bust a cap Ballin' like Jayson Tatum that's facts (hah) Free Quandale Dingle Did nothing wrong Rest in peace Daquavius He was from the slums He didn't do nothing But he got shot by a gun Ima say it now, you really are a bum (hah) Say it now Say it again You gonna mess with us We gonna spin Choppa hit yo head Leave you for dead Bullets hit yo brain, leave her on read Free Quandale Free Quandale Free Quandale Free Quandale Dingle He was just single All this ice You can call him Kris Kringle Call him Kris Kringle (Yeah) You can call him Kris Kringle (Let's go)

Снова на беду, на беду я иду, я На беду я иду, я Иду я, иду на беду К тебе иду я Снова на беду, на беду я иду, я На беду я иду, я К тебе иду я Свою беду, я тебя найду, я Снова моё пламя зажигая на виду Словом задевая, хоть и знала, что приду И я думал о тебе, думал о тебе В тебе найду свою волю Но бегу я на беду Я иду за болью На венах снова грустно и тихий залив, но-о-о-о Утопила и била меня дико волнами ты Наверно мы с тобою может рано сдались, но-о-о-о Мы привыкли болью любить Только я и ты Снова на беду, на беду я иду, я На беду я иду, я Иду я, иду на беду К тебе иду я Снова на беду, на беду я иду, я На беду я иду, я К тебе иду я Свою беду, я тебя найду, я Найду я Найду я

Ahahaha Y'all ready? Yeah! We back Come on Teddy! Face! Brown You put all of it together Ya' know what that comes up with? It's a recipe for hits Come on Red light Green light Spotlight No light It comes and it goes when it feels right And nobody knows what it felt like Niggas always havin' conversations 'Pinions on the state of my relationships They don't even know the situation, shit! I gotta do what I do, yeah (gotta do what I do) I gotta be what I be (gotta be what I be) 'Cause in the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B, yeah (Gotta be real like Bobby B) And everybody gon' talk about it, talk about it And I don't really give a... about it... about it 'Cause in the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B, yeah Come on, let's go! (Oooh, ooh, ooh) Bow! (Oooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah (Oooh, ooh, ooh) I gotta be what I be Good times To bad times Bad times To worse times I don't even know why I'm still alive When God has a plan you don't ask why (Oooh) I been livin' deep in my redemption (Oooh) Swear to God, He got me on a mission (Oooh) I'm comin' back like I was never missinnnn' I gotta do what I do, yeah (gotta do what I do) I gotta be what I be (gotta be what I be) 'Cause in the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B, yeah (Gotta be real like Bobby B) And everybody gon' talk about it, talk about it And I don't really give a... about it... about it 'Cause it the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B, yeah (Gotta be real like Bobby B) Bicky-bicky-bow! (oooh, ooh, ooh) Come on, let's go! (oooh, ooh ooh) Lemme hear ya (oooh, ooh, ooh) I gotta be what I be You feel like you know someone But you wasn't here So how can you know someone And you wasn't there I'm not gon' be judged by you I don't give a fuck 'bout you I does what I wanna do I don't care I gotta do what I do, yeah (gotta do what I do) I gotta be what I be (gotta be what I be) 'Cause in the end, god damn, I gotta be real like Bobby B (Gotta be real like Bobby B) Yeah, like Bobby (Talk about it, talk about it) They gon' talk about it (Talk about it, talk about it) They gon' talk about it 'Cause in the end, I gotta be real like Bobby (Gotta be real like Bobby B) Bow! (oooh, ooh, ooh) Ohhh (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I gotta be what I be (oooh, ooh, ooh) like Bobby (Gotta be real like Bobby B) Gotta be (Oooh, ooh, ooh) Like Bobby (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Oooh, ooh, ohh) Listen Ya gotta be real like Bobby