Lyrics:
for shock value?
Well, I mean, I don't know in a minute
If I fucking sit down and piss
They're going to tell me I can't do
That cause another bitch did
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
this a super plan
Granted for a stupid dance
Symbol on my chest like I'm superman
But it's a D
Break the seven down to a 313
Brady keep the 808's
Banging
Mack hoes from Guatemala (come here Bitch!)
Big Dollars, Drop foos like impalas, Trap house guarded by Pits and Rottweilers
Real Ridahs uhh! What u
I put that on my mother's only son
Hop out, spray the crowd, I'm the only one
Hoover Crip style still eating at Mr chows
Ride around, sit it down
good
Please don’t bring me down
7 days, 7 nights
7 years that you’re by my side
Endless times you have touched my heart
It’s taring me apart
7 days, 7
the coochie down, I might just pull her tracks out
You don't know what I'm saying, cause you don't keep chow
Birdie bapped the whole low, we had to run it out
carpet with some baggy jeans (woo)
Mama your son done made more money than her daddy seen (I promise)
I told my bitch if she ever cheat, that gon'
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
that's from the trenches, I told him, trace his dreams
You gotta get up and go get it if you want it by any means
They like Seven This , seven that, it's
business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
These niggas gettin they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
In a room with seven hoes but they aint you
And I know they gon be surprised when I back out the coupe
Sike nah, bitch I want four doors for all
brodie's
Just a few years later but i'm still by my lonely
Montana of GB bitch i'm feeling like Im Tony
Keep dat iron on me bitch i'm feeling like i'm Tony
[Intro: Angry Crowd Rioting]
[Verse 1: Luss]
Line em up and I’ll knock em down (Yeahhh) High as fuck I will NOT come down
One by one, Ima drop them
ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years
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
7 rings on me, 7 rings on me, 7 rings
7 rings on me, 7 rings on me, 7 rings
7 rings on me, 7 rings on me, 7 rings
7 rings on me, 7 rings on me, 7
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year
away so much)
Baby girl
Locked down in the pen (five minutes to chow)
Sorry I'm away so much (won't let me stay in touch)
One phone call a month
now (You in danger now)
You a DC here trying to save her now (Captain save a ho)
Was the game, I'm the player now (Bitch what)
By yourself, who you came
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