Bob Baby Tate

[Chorus]
Bob the Builder lookin' ass nigga
All up in my mixture tryna take a picture
Say he see the vision I'm like "huh, go figure"
All up in my ear like "can I build wit ya?"

[Verse 1]
Paid off, I don't owe no man
He wanna build wit me
Umm, no we can't
All these boys got cooties
I don't wanna hold hands
And you know my life a movie
So I need a gold man
I call him Oscar
If he get grouchy
Put this cookie on him proper
Look at my noodle
Man I could've been a doctor
I dropped outta school
& I turned into Betty Crocker
Catch me in the kitchen cooking beats
These niggas peekin' up my apron
Tryna find the recipe
And they think they on my level
Baby, stretch before you reach
"I don't know about this line
Lemme test it out and see...
Baby can I build wit ya?"
Naw nigga, boy please!