Lyrics:
heavens
I kill it every (Mm) session
Comme des garçon on my wedding date, ayye
You ain't pulled a girl since like the 7th grade
Lift your face up, I'm laced
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
you
Heavens
Did it hurt when you fell?
Did it hurt
Some take me too seriously
Some take me too seriously
Her love is like a 7th dimensional frequency
you're hangin' with the bats in a cave
Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave
Kinda makes us remember the 7th of December
CHORUS
Osama yo'
from Cali, you get it I mail 'em
38 baby I post on the 7th
Hop out the car wit' that Mac-11
Runnin' wit' killers, we all be steppin'
Pull up and spray
this nice shit
I meddle in murderous temptation
Roll up the windows and push down the pedal
Burn a cigarette in my wrist
That 7th Ward shit fuck a bitch,
one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher named mr. dulah
Who used to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just listen
Cause.. this is no
felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th
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
come as predicted
Holdin the raw seal, all heads kneel
7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler
Swallow the shell, East
was runnin in Jordan's on 7th and 8th
Til we hopped in a seven and played outta state
Elevators ain't workin we playin the case
If we don't make it out
Dependin' on how you keep your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and nothin' but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My classmates sellin' yay
drive it if you want just don't forget to ask
And I still got a big whip big wrist, pull up a thick bitch
Shorty playin games this ain't no madden ain't
gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis mess...
It's like god is akin' my blessings bad luck is all in my presents...
Fuck round n I gotta
'bustas
That nine in ya' face pussy
Nigga I don't trust ya'
This right to ya' melon like
Them boys in 7th Heaven
I be gone in a second, gotta' load my
been going down one way
Like driving on 7th ave
The fuck do you know about hustle, 'til your vision turn into tunnel
It's knowing the shit that you built
everyday
My niggas we met 7th grade nd since then we caused havoc in class everyday
Dat nigga lookin real hard this way
What the fuck might dat nigga be
on the 7th
So our very first day as humanity was us resting with our Father of Heaven
What a blessing
The world says to do your best even if it cause you
7th grade
How many times I had to prove myself that it’s not a phase
Haters gon’ never praise
On my barber talk I always grow boy I never fade
I go
don't want to be forgotten
I don't want you to be
Another Lullaby
Yell it
Ah
Remember back
Remember back at night
Remember back in
It's July 7th
Almost
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
Yea
This one for that bitch that broke my heart back in the 7th grade
I was young and dumb and that's what slowed me down from
Bobby was a beautiful girl from a small town in a great big world.
Her daddy owned the corner store off of 7th Avenue.
Danny-Jo just turned
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
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