Lyrics:
our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one
Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With
Drink until the drink's done
I been on a sick one
Everywhere that I go, they know me as the lit one
Get off my dick, buddy
Get off my bitch, dummy
Sleepin' silent in night, you know I got the .40 by me (buck 'em)
Keep her, keep her by my sides, so thick up on me (yeah)
Fast nights get explicit,
Is this just an illusion
That I made inside my head to get me by?
Twenty years in debt
Twenty years in the government
Twenty years can never get
That I sing, but it'll be all right
Master one-nine-two-five-seven
Take one
Master one-nine-two-five-seven
Take two
I used to visit all
niggas (word up)
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
niggas (word up)
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules
of the world
Then got a divorce
In front of the world
And get a new girl
Then what do I see? My face on the cover of TMZ
Private jet, bad bitch and me
I am
a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Young nigga from the southside of H-Town
Fat Tony up in this bitch, fuckin' with A$AP Rocky in this
plannin' my survival
In a three foot stack of vinyl
Since you had to walk outta here
I've been havin' a record year
I bet you thought before you left
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
is I'm gon' leave with something
But it's nothing, and we roll one with the 'tussin, and we gon' get
Get lit
It's about to go down, drunker than
Got so lit last night, woke up with a buttnaked bitch in my jet
Iced out baguettes on my chest
Bouldercrest tatted in ink on my flesh
I'm the boss,
sevens I need rings and the medal
When I'm not from Trillville but I tell 'em get up on my level
I'm always going higher, I'm still mo' fire
Do a lot
a rapper dead or alive fucking with me
Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me
Talk about paper, I can talk about broads
I can talk about movies,
lit or whatever, so
She tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever
So I'm like WHASSUP whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin
I'm read to wear it out
Can you handle me? (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm lit, lit, lit, like a candle be
Drunk all night
Can you handle me (handle me)? 'Bout to smoke this weed
She
when I'm in the East
Open 'em up just like a surgery
Everything burnin' around me, all lit
Show a lil' attitude, swap out the bitch
I spent
know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean
seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young
too much...
My seven bizzos...
On Sunday there's Connie, who fucks with slick Ronnie
She's a tricky-dick bitch who's out for his money
She's always
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five
Four, three, two (countdown), one
Snoop Dogg
Go crazy in this muthafucka right now
Go crazy in this bitch
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