Lyrics:
that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the witty
[Lady Luck]
Yo SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Luck said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, like crack
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
here filling the pad up by using the fuel from my bad luck
Seven years of bad luck
Seven years of bad luck
I don’t really know
I don’t really know
never do her the same the same way she does me
Something like recovery, but instead doing discovery
Just Trying to find my way in the midst it’s get
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
that why your girl got swept by a dude like a 3
He's a 3/10 bitch
あのね、お前たちを殺す
冗談ですよ、ミグメさん
復讐なんて、要らないです
それは、運命が決めることだから
Yeah my parents were beefing,
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
like:
FUCK, SHIT, GOD DAMMIT, MUTHA FUCKA,
YOUNG BITCH, WHORE, SLUT, CUNT, WHEN YOU GONNA BE 18?
In the midst of my crisis I heard her say:
Well I'll be
I'm a sinner bitch
Don't shy away from it
In the midst of shit
They trynna take from me
Soul sayin'
"June grab the globe, take with both hands"
Dea say
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Seven years passed, now
Year before '83, I be the kid who found ET
Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make (?)
Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some (?)
Just
Seven years old didnt know
That it would be himself
who stands on the corner
Wait, that's me
Frowning are the people that
Pass me by the rear window
of the middle..contemplate..
Seven golden candlesticks..gat a pure golden frame..
Walking in the midst of them..walking he's not lame..
Nails up on his feet..all the people
your bitch about me, say my dick big and smoke strong
Got Drums on guns, big enough to hang a coat on
Surrounded by these killers, tell me why I need
5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
year, every year, every year
Cuz every year is our year
Every year, until we need some pallbearers
That's 24/7, 12/52, 365, you bitch ass niggas
Yea,
Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect.
You know what I'm saying?
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in
seven years
Seven days, seven weeks, seven years
TM-TM
Betrayed by few and I don't fuck with them
These niggas just make me sick, got me coughing out
our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one
Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
And implementing systems to keep niggas at the bottom
Damn, in prison niggas legally slaves
When they get out can't even get a job for minimum wage
Still seven
the midst of a me setting them vibes
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my flow
Bitch don’t kill my energy my swanky kinda tone
Bitch don’t kill my
shit by us
Yea, did she by us?
This shit by us, this shit by us
Yea, did she by us?
F-U-B-U jeans
You ain't shit to me
In the midst of things
You not
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