Lyrics:
sleeve
It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
'cause I got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
When 6 wit the clip showin
Nicca where ya
be hurtin', writing all of these songs
'Cause Wi-Fi wasn't working, last year in total
I put out two verses
But five seven figures since then,
on tour
I express the raw dialect and explore
But don't get fooled by metaphor
Double oh seven is back
Rest assured
Feel secure
Rest assured
next spring
When the bash is over, I'll tell you what I'm going to do
I got my trailer picked out, gonna move it down to Grandview
I got this 28 by
i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
good
Please don’t bring me down
7 days, 7 nights
7 years that you’re by my side
Endless times you have touched my heart
It’s taring me apart
7 days, 7
spent it all on me)
Diamonds all appraised (diamonds all appraised)
And I'm bossing up (and I'm bossing up)
Bitch get out the way (bitch get out
believe it, it can go down my nigga
Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak eating
Pookie doing 20 years I wish my nigga never signed
Cus he wasn't even 20 when they gave him all that time
But aint no sense in crying bitch we got it out
2019 my year
Getting rich while yall stop
Swervin in acoupe bounce out the lot
Good gas i smoke alot
Bitch i'm smokin zips, you just smoke pot
the bitch
Versace roll on Versace down
Even put a beat under the Versace house
She no speaking ingles
And my bitches all foreign
Brazilian hair and the ass
the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time
have here,
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years
He said: Go get lost!
And walked towards his Cadillac.
I chopped down the palm tree
the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time
have here,
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years
He said: Go get lost!
And walked towards his Cadillac.
I chopped down the palm tree
ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years
baby mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old, daddy thrown in the clink
Said, "Life ain't fair, everybody gon' cheat"
Little foot, big foot, get
chow
Puttin' zones up, got a brick, I'm 'bout to bust it down, pick your phone up
Bet that rat ho wanna fuck me now, fuck me now
Busy button down
niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
started
Share a ride with everybody
Life
Such a sweet, sweet drug
Complete my world
Come and make me numb
He had a seven year itch
Losin'
right now I can't do it
Got a super thick chick with
Some real big lips
And a swear the little bitch
Suck the dick so good
Gonna hit this scrilla like
the zone (word?)
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (yeah)
United we stand, divided we swore (D12)
And hell yeah, I looked in my car (yeah)
Bitch, I
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