Lyrics:
a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the cool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because
a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the cool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because
girl's labia
There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J
Taking you higher and higher
The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire
Who good at 24's if you want flat
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
24/7, und ich flieg dabei
I'm so fly, fly, fly, fly
I just wanna fly, drinkin' Jin, say goodbye
Give a fuck for the world, pass a J and get high
So fly,
new Michael J
The new Marvin Gaye, c'mon
Let's get it on (Ah)
24/7 365 days Dr. O gets paid
It could be cash or kind
Getting puss all day like it's
20-story building That's gonna hurt as I backed the fuck off
Friends who came for me still racked the fuck off
I be breathing 24/7 yet I'm dead inside 24/7
the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like
be playing, when I rolling on my choppers
Everytime I open my mouth, here come the boppers
24/7, I be running from the helicopters
Cause I'm a thug
We talk about real life shit we been through
Fuck the Reverend, 187 and fuck Heaven
Cause the Wicketshit will never die
I'm doing it 24/7
I do it
It could be the block, It could be The J
I got three hundred and thirty-0seven ways to get paid, and I ain't got the time for the Play
Hell yeah,
That's easy
That's easy
I got some J's from the east to the west
And they really love me they say that I'm the best
24/7 I secure the bag
Yes I'm
boy you've lost your mind
I'm not your 24 hour, 7 day, 711
Your local Git-N-Go, always available
Not your Flying J, Speedway, E-Z Mart, Circle K
Your
from it
Hammer in the Louis bag yea I make her comfy
24/7 Ella Mai keep the stash chunky
24/7 Ella Mai keep the stash chunky (Money)
I show you how
want
Your faith I want
I want the rolly with ice
On the rocks its a vibe
I need a new ride
Cos this whip an 05
Making nine songs a night
24/7 for life
Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it
a f- at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight
[Chorus: x 8]
[E-40]
H-I double L Side
13-24 Magazine where I resigned
1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I drive
With the same colored tent
seem tame we ain't ate, we see steak, and we hungry
Out working you 24/7 ain't nobody ever once getting close to touching me
Talk quietly and carry big
that real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
down!
[Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
ALL DAY - catch me picknickin' with bitches in the park
Right before I icepick 'em in the heart
24-7, if it ain't us, it's
take another shot
Then step out side to smoke some more pot
I'mma smoker I'mma stoner no midnight toker
It's 24/7 so I dont suggest lungs from this
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