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here filling the pad up by using the fuel from my bad luck 

Seven years of bad luck 
Seven years of bad luck 
I don’t really know 
I don’t really know

Year before '83, I be the kid who found ET
Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make (?)
Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some (?)
Just

I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A, out
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming

your bitch about me, say my dick big and smoke strong
Got Drums on guns, big enough to hang a coat on
Surrounded by these killers, tell me why I need

5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys

year, every year, every year
Cuz every year is our year
Every year, until we need some pallbearers

That's 24/7, 12/52, 365, you bitch ass niggas
Yea,

Hard to Kill

Spice 1

Wu-Chronicles, Chapter 2

2001

Yeah  play times over mutha phuckaz  
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect. 
You know what I'm saying? 
Bringing it to all you bitch ass

Smebbin'

E-40

Tha Hall of Game

1996

complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in

seven years
Seven days, seven weeks, seven years

TM-TM
Betrayed by few and I don't fuck with them
These niggas just make me sick, got me coughing out

B***H

Too Short

Kings of Crunk

2002

[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any

Dog Years

Rush

Test for Echo

1996

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

the booth
Hit the J
M.I.A

Hit the block
Hit the booth
Then I go
M.I.A
Your bitch said she want me, she fake
I'm just tryna get it everyday
Money over

(yeah)
Told so many lies to these broads (too many lies)
Blew so much money, poped so many bottles
Yeah I fucked a bitch just because (just because)

it was just you and me
Girl number 4 mia mia amore
Girl number 5 for you i'll die
Girl number 6  fuck you crazy bitch
Girl number 7 hope to see you in

yourself (bitch)
Well bitch shell it from me (Ross)

H-Town!
M.I.A. yayo
That's how we do this
It's the boss
Multimillionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?

bitch
Damn rich
Sono un royal,
Ah ah, La mia nuova moda
C' ho lo stick bitch
La tua troia vuole un goyard

Ah ah, La scopo per noia
Cambio la mia bitch

better believe this bitch is a g
Ten toes down
Nine in the Berkin
Credit eight, ya'll hungry I'm certain
Seven countries one year no twerkin
Bein fine

skanks on the way up
Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven-sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven

the trunk make the steering wheel shake 
Trap nigga turn a 7 to a whole 28
Kept runnin out had to up my weight
Imma big dog in this bitch Great Dane 
Ride for

BWA

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll [Clean]

1999

gats is popular
We 5-7 droppin' ya
It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia

[Chorus: x2]

[Mia X]
A certified hairdresser (Mama Mia)
Known

on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip

1st & 10

Ludacris

Back for the First Time

2000

the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime,

the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem

reachin' in my stash
Last year, I made two-fifty, I don't brag
Seven hundred horsepower
Who that nigga on that neck?
I fell off a lil' bit, but this year
I'm