Lyrics:
beats all day got my shit on replay every day like it's 25/8,
I mean 24/7 riding in a 9 11, call up 9 11 last call before you reachin heavin, rob yo ass
all of our first dates
Blow our money on a fine dining restaurant
Like when we'd only known each other one day
Yeah we could hang out 24/7
Pulling faces
bone and gives me fuck Faces
I got a call from Laquesha and some of her nieces
Saying its about six or seven dime pieces
We can hook up with no
strap I'm your plug
The call me D-Shot, the shot taller,
a.k.a. livin' in the boss baller
[Chorus]
I'm all original base
Pore last Detroit
you
Rule number 1
Never give him someone to turn to at night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew
Rule number 3
Never call him
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
It's been too long that you're not with me
2 Months, 7 days, getting hard to breathe
You're on my mind 24/7 things I'd see
If you weren't 'cross
Smoke all seven, take the pain away
Losing my mind, think it's safe to say
Popping pills in the foreign on a rainy day
Call you back, ma, gotta face
traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and go
Wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I
nigga
Just don't be no two minute man
I fuck around and get at too many hands
See I'm type of bitch that make too many grand
That's thirty g's 24/7 man
if
(Shes not you no)
Lips full hips wide
Dancer at 55
Make you wish you was her pole
Drinks done last call{where}
Gotta go we can neva be
I'm the full version, you the demo
Feelin' so phenom
Destroy you like venom
Schizophrenic armageddon
24/7 You can find me smokin' endo
Hot like
[Verse One]
Yo! Here I is on radar
A sixteen verse burst, the last two are 8 bar
Cause by that time, I been did damage
The type 9/11, so duke call
nigga 24
7, ready for the beef nigga
I swear this life feel like
Heaven to a street nigga, tunechi
Is there a heaven for a street nigga?
Is there
there's a lot of people here
Yeah, it's a cattle call
But you'll get the job for sure, Maggie, you're so pretty
Believe me, looks are overrated
It's
Old man knocked on my front door
With a teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
heaven
number 7-11
Open like 24/7
Dana would probably blow your phone up
Grandbabies we grown up
I wish that you could see it
How we sat and made this song
Keeping a safe, starting a race, brothers I call em my Ma G
My vision became gray
I live for the day
24/7 ready
Opponent in my face
Soon I make a move
Stop by on your way home...
After seven if I can
Bobby, dear, I don't mean to pry... Bobby, we've been thinking of you!
Sorry, Paul, I made a date
She too tired to talk, lately your thumbs hurt
We miss love and sex bridgin' your son's birth
21 hurts in court by 24
Boy
You could, you-you can
carry last
You be Na winner man
24/7 you're watching over me
Father to the fatherless
Mother to the motherless
Who can compare with you I say no no no
hanged
By the neck
Until dead
Have mercy
Hey
Wait a minute, hey stop
Would you mind rewinding that last sentence
I mean, hang by the what?
Until
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
ohhh
She know I wanna die 24/7
Wasting all of my fucking time
Dreaming of heaven
But hell is where I reside
Dreaming of heaven
But hell is where I
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