Lyrics:
running, shit
I sent seven Mexicans
Whole lotta choppas at the spot, bitch
We like the army
I just hit a bitch off the buffs
Said she like the Cartis
I can
(ah…)
Verso (7)
Baby você falou que ia voltar
Ah...
Eu não consigo parar de te amar
Chorus (3)
Bad bitch full of lies
Took me by surprise
Hoped me
semi auto l tote
Grab your bitch straight by the throat
Right off the boat
2 semi auto i tote
Got your bitch grabbing her through
Aye, boat
Right off
flex motherfuckers ain’t wanna see my hustle grow legs like the running man don’t get me upset yo bitch is a mess I ran this shit for seven summers man
(Chopsquad)
Traplanta shit, Skippa Da Flippa in this bitch, you hear me?
Get It Gang, Temper Up Gang
Shoot 'Em Up Gang, Take Some' Gang
On me
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
My neck like a sink, this shit waterfall
I pay lil' bro for a hit, all the lil' say he knockin' ya off
All independent, I'm feelin' like dope
It cost
As the years roll by I see past
All the hatred and the lies
That’s your smile on my face but it’s my tears in your eyes
Don’t sink your teeth into
Flesh
of the competition by light years, still right here
Gimmie the light gimmie the light
Fina spark dis L and get my mind right
Its your worst day
I always been in
real, and you made me feel
like the sun in your sky.
Sleepless
Seven seconds go,
like hours flow, so slow.
The afterglow, was years ago,
counting
real, and you made me feel
like the sun in your sky.
Sleepless
Seven seconds go,
like hours flow, so slow.
The afterglow, was years ago,
counting
a toilet bowl and a sink
ain't that a bitch I've been struggling ever since I could remember
But I stay strong year round from January all the way
like we travel at that speed of light
Yeah 7lightyears we've been waiting for our chance to fight
And time's a construct made by man
My mind is flowing
starts when it sinks in
Sneaking out late
I road my bike on the back roads
15 years
it ain’t long but I felt grown
Taking anything to feel a buzz
spittin' facts
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back
Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck
They gave 'cause seven flat, how many
the 'ven got racks in my pocket (bitch)
Dirty ass hoes tried to dog me last year not knowing a nigga finna be a problem
And them niggas shit them bogus ass
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
with 8 hoes
But I got 7 just in case though
Got the paper smoking, that’s payroll
Like I’m Master Chief boy I give a fucking Halo
Bad bitch on my dick, I
deff)
Get money Ova flowin boss bitch what's up
Don't give me a short summa
I got the whole damn year
Temp tag on Maserati is a boss bitch year
You
Bipolar?" At another point, in "Burgundy, "
There's a voice-over that asks
"Why you so depressed and sad all
The time like a little bitch?"
How did your own
have any money, but it never crossed our minds
We grew to share and we were happy there just watching the years go by
Until one day I come home there
girl I want to teach you a lesson/
How I does move like double o seven/
I want to come by you girl I begging/
She say if you come you will never get let
as a youngster
Turned 7 moved to Essex, countryside full of wonder
The whole time I've watched my mother come up
7 jobs at one point
And she ain't even good with
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
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