Lyrics:
she fabo, sweet like a mango
My tongue go down south in the clip
I dismantle
She hot, burnin candle
Seen her by the bar, take a flight
In my coupe, you
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
this way
Blah blah
Certified playmaker sat in the trap its a game
Ain't no Craig but 7 days the T be open call me superstar
How you feel
Kill the trap
connecting the dots
There are bugs under my skin, I need to dig them out with a screwdriver
She broke my heart, had me shadowboxing behind the 7-Eleven
In
why this is something for the radio
This rhyme is dedicated to the radio DJ's
That play all the hits on seven days
And even on the weekends,
Hey, nah ya goin miss up on the G-Funk era,
Ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
But
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
mesmerized by the money that keep pilin'
She got a ugly face imma' have to doggy style her
Bitch I'm good in any hood yea I'm valid
Neighborhood superstar
[Chorus]
I got a bottle, I got a cup
I got ice, so what's up
Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes
Feelin' like money cause I collect dough
Hey, nah ya goin' miss up on the G-Funk era,
Ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
But
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seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
to dodge I levitate
Marked with the sin of gluttony
The seven together by affinity
The spells I cast indefinitely
By the sacred power of infinity
Your
too much complaining
By 7 o clock on the dot
He in my drop like usher Raymond or
Back seat of my X3 swing an encore
Oh no you acting like that isn't
Only 5 foot 7 but keep the big boy blunts
Thuggin’ on a fuck nigga like
You a bitch don't jump
Flexed a little with the Draymond style
But I'm A1 now
One yourself and two - run up with three gats
A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap
The nine milli throw ten shots
Where your face at
And the mac
Yuh fuckin’ with the realest
Bright lights dazzled in delight
Can you pay the price for a good fuckin’ night
Drawn in by
Bright lights dazzled in
to the migo fährt der Nase nach
Gebe gaß drive by
La to the migo versteht kein Spaß
Yeah
24/7 bin am hasseln
Mach mein scheiß und werde reich
La to the migo hat
first job, bet you it's minimum wage
Not enough to pay the bills, or get out the cage
Break your back for 7.50, I don't think so
Tryna make it to the top,
Flow so steady
They never ready
Superstar
My name is written in confetti
Gbona felifeli
Got you moving like a jelly
But enough of the appraisal
I
a menace
Scrappy nigga would send my haters to the dentist
Went to church but wasn't 7th day Adventist
More like 7th Ave bicycling flying past the tenants
Bright lights dazzled in delight
Can you pay the price for a good fuckin' night
Drawn in by
Bright lights dazzled in delight
Can you pay the price
made gross
Seven days everyday when you from around my way
I'm married to the life girl, catch the bouquet
Set it off (oh oh, ayy)
Fire me up
Set
made gross
Seven days everyday when you from around my way
I'm married to the life girl, catch the bouquet
Set it off (oh oh, ayy)
Fire me up
Set
record days ago
Cause shorty on the east side, hit me and want to know if I could stop by,
Now I'm contemplating what I am gonna say, bout this being
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