Lyrics:
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
with the gang
(Gang, yeah) , she fuck with the team (yeah
Yeah) she like to do Percocets
Then I put her on lean (yeah, yeah)
She got little perky breasts
Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
the garden
40 days and 40 nights in the desert I been walking
I think I'm ready for my plate I been starving
I talk to these walls waiting for em to talk back
could tell what her eyes say…
Lights off, we vibe right idea!
Hold hands, what a walk, kiss her face
Don't talk, gets left for the right day
No words, I
I'm checking out her cute face
Thin little waist line
She checking out my suitcase
Like the bitch half canine
Could've took her number
That'd be
Got a young chick from the hood, south side
Pops never let her outside
Nigga knew the type of shit she was up against
Little did he know the shit
Yeah
Ooo
Yeah, yeah
You could watch me go in
And you could watch me go off
Take the world by force
And take the world to the cross
Lock the doors
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
to tile all my ceilings?
That's right, I'm afraid
That'll be ten grand
If your wall's too bland, I can lend a hand
Got a car full of samples too artfully
Matter fact, shut the fuck up and turn around
If you still got walls I'mma tear the shits down
Just one of few brothers vigorous with the dick
Prepare
had to close your casket
If there's a code to headshots
Then you could say I've cracked it
Too bad that my class is
Always on everybody's blacklist
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
a little we could rewind
Drink wine, feel like we can read minds
Forget about the past, cause we movin' forward
I need your back against the wall
And your
Outer space is still sexy
Dying stars are still in style
Little boys still have pictures
Of Millennium Falcons on the wall
Let's get out
we be better off by now
If I'd have let my walls come down?
Maybe, I guess we'll never know
You know, you know
So, before you go
Was there something I
I mean, the story is called,
'Peter and the Wolf'. We couldn't very well call it, 'Peter and the Wolf'
if there wasn't any wolf, could we?
Huh, that
Benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin' a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on,
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