Lyrics:
the arm
you're draggin, put on a bra
your boobs are saggin.
Ed should be dead, Yes, Dear too
Judging Amy, The Practice, The View, 7th Heaven
you should go
Had Free lunch in the 7th grade
A Free spirit, nigga never hate
God get me outta hell for Heaven sake
My deep lyrics who could relate
Trapped in
CL I see you
Yea yeah
I could show you how to eyeball a bell
Yea
I put my 7th ward bitch in Chanel
Yea
Imma 9th ward Dawg big playa
Big Dawg
Yea yea
and then we switch the glock
Park they whip they try to spin thru West 7th Block
Backseat in a foreign
-- hot
Dslime floating down they strip with 24 out
a menace
Scrappy nigga would send my haters to the dentist
Went to church but wasn't 7th day Adventist
More like 7th Ave bicycling flying past the tenants
I cant sprint Time spent thru the inner me
Science Technology Energy Mathematics
Dont be that stem
Like free all my niggas
Unlock the gate to 7th
leaf
Now from day to day
And laugh to laugh
Friday the 13th has passed
I look forward to Sunday the 7th
On the 7th day of the week
Biding time to write
In those times I swore that clock moved twice as fast
I visited your house someone in 7th grade
Your young dog ginger often jumped on my lap
Your
a number turned upside down
Can get you into 7th heaven
You unfold the 8 you get a zero
You won't be late
You're just in time
For riding cloud 99
You won't
on the 7th though
A war of self-defense against a girl
That's only 12 years old
Paradox
Like a couple medical professionals
It's truly absurd
We like kids pay
You've reached the 7th day
I make the 7th cut
This time your life is mine
I stab and twist and gut
"never!"
ooh ooh I was out of luck
But ten seconds later somehow we got stuck in that elevator
Heaven on the 7th floor
(Hey baby)
Heaven on the 7th
Got a lot up on my mental
Trynna make 7 figures With the
Pad and pencil
Since the 7th grade trapped up
In my mental
7 long days gotta spend up in
The twinkle of our well lit sky
Is the mirror of time gone by
And I'm laying here wondering
Why?
Why?
About the boy who yelled grenade
Way back in the 7th
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
capacitors
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors
I'm not an actor
I'm a prophet of the 7th world
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
I watch Jay Leno (he's funny) 7th Heaven too
And I ask myself sometimes "what would Jesus do?"
(Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot
the pop loc, you bought me soda pop
My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north
We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court
Just like the homie
and on the 7th year he rested.
Little David's playing now in God's angel band
He's gone home to Heaven now the way that it was planned
But on his birthday every
exaltation in her eyes
Speakind to me in spanglish
I don't know who I am but I understand the language
She says, you've been dreaming since the 7th century
Knows that stayed in garages
9 da 5 taken out garbage
Caged looking for away out
Tells me baby we blessed now
Don't stress out
7th verse
No
(?) with my killas these niggas gone hear us and fear us (they gon' feel us)
With 7th sign and mo! thug all my niggas get love then I gon' ride my nigga
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