Lyrics:
one, nigga let's blow this bitch
I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed, whose throat is it?
Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you
bad words
That's why I called and said we couldn't end this on bad terms
We straight like a bad perm, we'll always be good friends
And laugh about it
talkin' that shit bitch boy
Sayin' the wrong thing against the real McCoy
Didn't know I was a cold-blooded gangsta
If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll
a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
$hort"
But I?m a better mc than you
And ain?t a damn thing you can do, but bitch
On the tv screen, in the magazines
When they interview you, you just
This the new sound
Coming back from my town
Breaking mirrors
Give a fuck about the luck
7 years bad
I don’t give a fuck
Go and ask my dad
7 years
Well
Eighty light years have passed by
I'll see you back one day
How are you doing?
Maybe it's all damn the same thing
It's been near past Thursday
trying to call that bitch
Quite a few niggas got the pussy
But every time I see her got to stop and look
Cause she so damn fine bitch
I want to make
don't know what to say
(chorus)
24/7
It's 24/7 at the 7-11
It's black Tuesday for a day, then a year, then a decade
We're bringin 9/11 to those that
TNL
I told momma I’ma get us out this damn hood
I told momma I’ma make sure that we damn good
Yo youngest son got a plan get that understood yeah
Get
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
Need somebody to
Take me out to Private island
Tube top firstclass
I'm in hinding find me
I'm that bitch reminding
In a year rewind this
I don't mind
nothing personal you know
Strictly business
Business is good by the way
Always good
Cause motherfuckers is so damn bad
Ol Michael Jackson ass good for
get outta town
You know it took me 3 years to develop my sound
At the same damn time i was having my daughter
I'm doing doubles on the daily
I was
mode, I been in that mode
I been on my own, 7 year strong
13 years in and I'm still making songs
Homies in Fendi still eating a 10 piece
Damnit I'm done
Got these niggas so obsessed (damn)
My pussy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner next (yeah, yeah, mwah)
He can't move on, can't let it go
face
Or brush my teeth
To keep that Gucci on my back
And that Prada on my feet i trap trap 365 24
7 hater I be on my grind
You know I'm 'bout my paper no
might be the last day
And lucky you, on your last day
You gon' hear the Busta Rhymes album, you lucky bitch
Well it's the God (yes) no illusions
smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun
wit extensions in well fed conditions, you bitch! (You Bitch!)
[Bigg Snoop Dogg]
Hey! who let the mothafuckin' gate open?
Police comin' and we
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
well
And, bitch, I'll leave you leaking in the street like a damn snail trail
And, bitch, you know I'm With Li Mari , so let's get this party started
(boo-boo-boo-boom, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I spray the Tesla X, you need a new body (skrrt)
Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (ah)
You internet niggas, y'all punani (err,
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