Lyrics:
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Ka Ching give me 5 of them
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Got damn I'm all out again
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You know what give me 10 of them
This 4 da trappers in
Get the devil out of here you would never
PSoul on the track yeah
Is it all a dream
Is it a dream while I'm living here actually
I'm waking up in
know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
For a short man like me
To fill up a good waterbed
I'm only sixty-seven
I still got lot more time to find the right one
And you do need to find
That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
The whole three four five six seven eight nine
In the pocket, bursting in the air are rockets
delivered by, blacks
Soon as we unite the sky cracked
A group of UFO's formed a seven in the heavens
God celebrate devils death day signal
Jail let
I want you by my side
I was waiting, for your call
7 days sat at the phone
I've lost keeping, track of time
Seen the signs, gotta get you out of my
Where the story going with a lap dance?
Stay strapped in
Got tracks, daggers
Still unpack a seven
What I'm carrying a package
Pull yourself together
seven five for the bus
She like uh ace boy you be playin too much
I Ain't playin lil mama you dumb
She like uh ace I see us falling in love
Is you dumb
run this track
I'm running to class
7 Minutes I'm late
I was a second late before you closed the door
Now I'm stuck outside for a second more
Hey
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
(JD on the track)
(It's a Leekeleek banga)
My young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried, like
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
Utilizing tracks inverted by animical
High typical force, space sex intercourse
You get lost, and memorize to the Enterprise
Scotty the Captain, Mr. Spock
stopping
Next day lookin like a zombie
on the track go Joseph Stalin
I kill everybody on it
Want a feature there's a price
You want beef come get a slice
I carry you on to bed
I am hanging on by a thread
There are better times ahead
"Wake me up tomorrow," she said
You can wear my clothes, but
I'm just saying that the praying bit explains a lot
If there is a god then strike me down
No? Never mind just listen to Frown
This is track number seven
Just know man this not a diss track
Get the bread, no y'all can't get that
Hear em talking, time to clap back
Time to go in, time to attack
Ain't no
got some more ideas that I wanted to do
so it might be a seven to eight track album, I don't know, but we'll just see
Probably only be a seven because I
I'm rocking all white air forces on my fucking feet
I had to go run my bands up like a track meet
That boy done made me mad now he twisting in his
case, no face, no case, no less than more than I deserve
Only burn exotic herbs
I heard something my whole life implying we live by a curse, don't believe
as James the King
I got a partner by my right hand
Though Savon is the hype man
But he thinks that he can do something I can't do
"What's that?" - command
sippin' on
Ridin' clean and sitting low
Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone
I'm playin' that eight track and that seven deuce
With a whole cup of that
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