Lyrics:
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
the bitch and go the other fuckin way
Tech N9ne
Seven Execution Style Murders
Tecca Nina be the killa for niggas who give me the
evil the silliest shit
Sell donuts at Krispy Kreme
I'm finna respond to this bitch DM
She wanna have sex with me
I just bought a Louis fanny
Pack as an accessory
We 'bout to go
liter-
Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out as in
the g lock gone stretch yo peers
Boy you where the steppers step you by the edge you getting near
Bitch I really been the best you midgrade don't
not black
I can't tell by your complexion, you Mexican
And you're gettin' better, but you still kinda Suck ass at rappin'
You need to go take a nap
Twenty inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser
Its
out man
That is..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules
but one thing
identity saying she is ONE SEVEN
For the movie imma go back and spit at her throw at
the chick like my name is Tech N9ne Bitch!
When I
him
Nigga actin' like a bitch, doubt he fire, he too feminine
I got Runflats on my tires 'cause we in this shit
Five glicks, we be 4-7 'cause we in
I'm wit bros since 7 years old issa go nigga
That bitch she feelin' the vibe
She wanna hop in my ride
Left hand to drive
Right hand I'm gripping her
year I was busy countin' a mill
I moved out da hood and now my house is on a hill
And I ain't takin' shots, bitch, my jewelery all real
First class
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
lovey dovey
No more get cozy
Damn shit blows me
But I guess that’s what time do
It heals you by exposing
Bout to buy a yacht
Let’s cruise the 7 seas
Bout
Bad lil bitch on my dick
Walk in 7-inch stick
Walked in lookin' like a lick
Hot boy nickname Bic
These hoes wanna take pics
Niggas mad I’m with they
by now this shit ain't coincidental
Friendship I'm falling back
They been fucking up my mental
4 years in with my bitch we still having high school
years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't want to party wit' you, hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion
bread ya fake
You know steezo putting money on shit all year
Got the cake so i played it safe
Anyways gang told me to just focus on rap cause they know
am never weaponless
Wok got my pop black look like I'm drinking melanin
Naw nigga ima come and get it aint no mailing it
Aye
Eight years I been living
impaired, like (Skurr!)
Decisions, decisions, being made by the best ever
Respect the lyrics of the BMW stretch 7, the choice is yours
We just formed a new
Been plotting this shit since fucking 20 fucking 18
Ugh, shit mane plot this shit when I was 18
Plot this shit when I seven years old nigga try me
Y'all
a tourist
Look like the island was
Organized by a florist
It's gorgeous, I ain't even from here
Came for the weekend might stay
Here for 1 year
The feeling
seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!
Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?
A king pimp's been here for years representin'
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