Lyrics:
Seven-eleven he rolled
And all his life was a golden gamble
You'd see him reeling it in when the odds were high
Something supernatural,
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
[Lil Wayne]
Sittin’ in a Ferrari, thinking ’bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y’all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I’m ducking all
everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I snap
But I need to get off the internet (get off the internet)
I need to get on the mic (get on the mic)
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album,
Right hand on my lap, God made me for women
Boyy but ain’t nothing feminine, except how u feelin when
I hop on my Harley...chopper wheels spinnin with
hear that crack
Like a thunderclap
The knuckle snaps back
Don't you go insane on me
Seven by seven by seven by seven
You know in your heart before we
heavy, but it's worth the wait/weight
This a painful thought, my jaw aches, so it hurt to say
Make you bang ya head, snap ya spine, break ya vertebrae
New
goal from the 30 yard line
They forget to add seven yards for the snap
And 10 more 'cause the goal posts are pushed way back
In 1974,
cannons, piece by piece
Your School get Dazed like G Phi G
Murda murda murda, kill kill kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin
to yourself Nigga and don't turn bitch nigga
7 Slide by your mother fucking self
That's how you get jammed up riding with everybody else homie
8 Give them boys
the bitch say she cumming
But her man I don't trust him, so if he come by then my gun gon' get to bustin'
Yeah my toolie get to blastin'
Turn him to a past
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
white lies are pitch black
Believe that and I ain't proud of myself
I can't lie to myself
I said, "Self, gather yourself"
And left her cryin' by
the kick, and its good.
COMMENTATOR 2:
Allen knocks the point after, straight through the uprights, putting the Tornados up by seven.
COMMENTATOR 1:
What
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
then make them whole
I see the cracks the cracks are still on show
Through all these years
7am I awake alone
To a cold snap in a loveless home
A stiff
Walkin through the gas station, high on ecstasy
In the 7/11, all the hotdogs are free
You can take em!
You can take em!
We won't stop you!
If you
and I
I been a sinner more than 7 different times
And I repented for my crimes, more than 7 different times
And bro told me "write more than 7 different
Muad, Muad, Muad
Minimum stack, maximum cap, all these man do in their raps
Flexing on snap in the trap, all you man are just trapped and I kinda
flashy shit and following trends
I'm so detached from all that wack shit
Man these niggas selling dreams by the Gram
I don't have time to Snap or Chat, I
and chains of steel
Tighten the rope by turning wheel
[Chorus:]
The wheel is turning, it never stops
Ripping in half ripping apart
Once turning it cannot stop
Put them 7's, it's 2 at his head Wanna play, now that fuck nigga dead
In my eyes, all I see is red Up too far, we gon' bust in his head
Fuck his
Yeah
DJ Klever
Yelawolf
MWA
Bryan Jones on the beat biatch
Alright DJ come take the wheel
And I'll set this fucker off
Pull Catfish up out
.jpg/300px-Mitch_Ryder(ThKraft).jpg "Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels")
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