Lyrics:
sister, your brother, second cousin, and father, mother
Sponsored by Gucci, represent Hugo Boss
You didn't join our cult, that's your fucking loss
(Cold 187um)
See it was seven o'clock
and the sun had just set
the crew rolled up and said it time to jet
I was kinda hesitatin' cause it was
know
Second by second, heat blazed through the night
Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
The primary reason of mission for them spitting
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'
Mais Feliz
(Lyrics by Cazuza)
O nosso amor não vai parar de rolar
De fugir e seguir como um rio
Como uma pedra que divide o rio
Me diga coisas
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
ya, wantin to kiss on ya
Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya
Me and 'face second to none, makin records for fun
You thirty-seven
M.D.B, uh-um, yeah
She wish she had more time, but she let it run out
She wish she had more time, but we ain't got none now
She let her time go
than Jesus
Revelations 3:20, while I'm spittin' blasphemin'
Lyrics, pardon my schemin' I'm just consumed by the seven
Let the hate flow like Sith, ripped
than Jesus
Revelations 3:20, while I'm spittin' blasphemin'
Lyrics, pardon my schemin' I'm just consumed by the seven
Let the hate flow like Sith, ripped
And first up is Professor Doppelganger
A man who needs no introduction here he is with
"The Key To The Mind"
By no means am I Einstein I didn't go to Ivy
to recognize the devil's lies
Recollecting and I'm second guessing lives
I thought were better times was on my second life
Born again yet took the pen you
change I just grew for the better
I took a loss took a break for a second
Up by the hour I told you I--
Ayo, this beat sound like a million Bucs
Go
no bond I ever broke unless I won't restore it
Look at how my life historic
I keep breaking Hell's bones, with heaven tones
Got 7 drones
the minutes, all the seconds of time
That you stood by my side, what a beautiful life
I lived, breathed free
All this pain, that just melted from me
What
The hope has run dry
Take a look, tell me what do you see
You can die alone or ride with me
Uhh
Take your weapons
Load your guns
Count your seconds
We're
Oh, ten little, nine little, eight little surfer girls
Seven little, six little, five little surfer girls
Four little, three little, two little
In the mountains for seven months
I forgot what I was doing
Delirious and out of drugs
I tried to leave my island
Then I washed up on your shore
You
into your bathroom and be struck by the beacon of fucking truth. Like what the fuck is up with overhead lighting in a bathroom that it exposes the demon
in, you think I ain't trying to win?
Niggas get content and settle for second
I'm balling like Dame Lillard In the final seconds
Every night is game 7
Days come easy
By night it gets hard
So close to you
But yet I’m so far
Gets so ruff out here it gets tuff
Missing you babe
Cause I can't get enough
a thot
Sounding good in here, don’t stop, switch
My niggas on top, couple seconds on the clock
I got my city on lock
I’m nice, chilling, family live by 7
from the ground, seven from heaven
I would freeze this mood, I wish I could
So far from the troubles, it feels so good
And it feels like home, don't know
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