Lyrics:
trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin' the gap, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd
skanks on the way up
Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven-sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven
the trunk make the steering wheel shake
Trap nigga turn a 7 to a whole 28
Kept runnin out had to up my weight
Imma big dog in this bitch Great Dane
Ride for
Watch me pull up icy hot (Ice)
And catch a body out the lot yuh
Tied up like a knot yuh(Entangled)
Cause I fucked a niggas bitch at the loop
I ain’t know
bag all by my 'lone
Feel like a king, I'm on my throne, woah
Bitch, 24/7, I'm chasin' a bag (Bag, yeah)
24/7, I'm makin' 'em mad (Mad, yeah)
Blowin' it
To traverse Antarctica on sled
Twenty-seven brave men
Came to Ernest's dank den
Hoping they wouldn't end up dead
Three life boats logged
And seventy sled dogs
Fuck a bitch
Cop a whip
This shit lit
Box the tint
We get in
This shit been hella in
Breathe it in
Super cool icy mint
By the pool with a bitch
the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime,
Ayye, I'm on the block
7 years old on the block
Me and the gang sipping wock
What you gon do with that?
What you gon do with that Glock? (Yeah)
Bro
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if its the red or the blue
bitch niggas want to know if its true
tell these
talkin' in Screw
Pull up, Lamb truck, pop trunk, make a yellow bitch choose
Young Crip nigga, got rich off blues
Sip syrup, pop Perc, got pink, got
icy
Bitch I'm back, yeah yeah ('Fasho)
Bitch I'm back, yeah yeah (What up)
Bitch I'm back, yeah yeah (Let go)
Bitch I'm back the right way
Bitch I'm
on that do' and that X
(Down here) we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(This year) I'm gonna switch it
me ready to step
I like a chick with big breasts on her chest
Not flat lookin' like somebody stepped on her chest
What, shit, fuck, bitch
You so crazy
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
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
this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my mufuckin' crown?
If you a boss, you a boss
Seven five, seven showers on her
Spend about
Fighting my demons one by one
Hope the club ain't recruiting when my time has come
Only 7 more years until my mind can't run
28's a nice number white
where i've been ya
Shorty nice but i'm better with a lean ha
I don't need you by my side no wedding ring ring
But i need that icy on my neck i need that
still think you in high school
But you not, but you will be looking at your last new year
Ha, boo-ya, bombs over Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile,
clip
Seven years strong and I'm a god in the rappin shit
Puffin on these zooties while I got two fingers in her coochie
Headphones in this bitch it's way
I'm a seven-inch cowboy
With a tiny pair of six guns.
Five'll get you ten,
I betcha never seen one.
Well I'm a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck
Discuss these icy blue by 7 year bitch Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In