Lyrics:
could play 7 seconds in heaven
Or whatever that games called
Seventh heaven
Seven
Seven
Seven
That's all I see these days
Transcending possibilities
Being
leave u with slit wrists
Alcohol it's dipped in, It's all in the scriptin'
By tomorrow you know she gon' leave in an instance
Under the coffin, six feet
Memento, a poem about rape by Spicky Boy Bronx
Soy enojado, I'm angry, I'm sorry, lo siento
I'm trying to get better, but I got this memento
kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget
the Mets
Sportscenter with the homies she wit it placing a bet
1K or she ain't hearin it
Or takin niggas serious
Prestige S7 hit the corner they on notice
push you off to the side
Make 2 commas every quarter and I'm fucking all dimes
So the second I arrive I don't like to waste time
With my dog by my side,
to the side
Make 2 commas every quarter and I'm fucking all dimes
So the second I arrive I don't like to waste time
With my dog by my side, you would think that
it's seven ten mother fucker
Cause I'm always burning that pen's oil
Like a Ford Mustang
I'm floored by the shit that goes on
Inside my brain but I know
used to always say
Don't eva think a label really 'bout to save you
It all started by that LakeView
Goin' 25/7 on they ass, do the math
That's 32 bars,
limitless
We're coming for your files and your details
Driven by the data put the wind up into these sails
We sail the seven seas of the internet
Pirate flag
plate
I'm tryna eat like I just haven't ate
I'm in the stu’ for like six, seven days
I take the second verse off, send it Dre
I do what I want with no
a crack dealer by the name of peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "now what are you? stupid?"
But he tried
I'm Henry VIII I Am
Herman's Hermits
(MurrayWeston)
- written in 1911
- popularized in England by Harry Champion
I'm Henry the eighth I am
Henry
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin'
The dopest
(Wake up)
Going on ten minutes, oh five seconds
(And why can't you ring and tell me?)
Arrow in green as used by the bandmates
(Why can't you ring?)
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
7 so we both can get paid
Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?
When I put in all your numbers at the store for the day
Said grandma, can I get
rider held a bow, given a crown to conquer
When the lamb opened the second seal
I heard the second living creature say come
Another horse came out,
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