Lyrics:
Lench Mob niggas are the craziest
So you and your boys are ass out
When I'm rollin' in a seven deuce glass house
The Mob ain't nothing but a menace
fakin' stamina
I damage ya, throwin' blows to your egos
Flossin' new leather, think you the shit wearin' these clothes
And supposed to flash and have
Makes sense but uhh deep values I made dense,
Found zen, and lost hate my 6th 7th and 8th sense
I'm sayin' f*ck all that drama yo I'm good
The present
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
Shaheed lets it glide
Tip the earthly body
Heaven's on my side
Even in Santo Domingo
Can I gotta Gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little
bed was made
Woke up kinda good how you woke dead today
Already had a stack plus added by the 7th play
1300 front and back block where the devils play
I'm Rock Lee boutta open up my 7th gate yuh
I can't feel my body and I cannot feel my face
Call me Peter Parker feel in love with Mary Jane
Boutta
a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga
hear me unleash the beast Like the 7th seal was broken
But can I piece together these words spoken
To help me reach my peak
Before I get to speak wise
kinda sure you will admire my taste
But before the sun graze ya
I'm tryin to see how deep you are
And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no
girl, a twenty four-seven piece of heaven
God never made another in this world
Quite like my girl
Oh, oh, quite like my girl
Her eyes are shining
they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
This is how it goes
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming
You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you
all the
Effort inside there
The scent, it is sublime grade
Senses working at vine
Racing through our brain
7th heaven has no number attached to it
I ain't finna fake it
Bitch I've come to fuckin' make it
When I get that fuckin' paycheck I'm like fuck it I'ma break it
Uh
Fuck up
Bitch you fakin
beyond the light of the sun
Knowledge will keep you forever young
I'm on the ledge of the 7th heaven
Devils attempted to defend levels they can't ever
venture
This crew is of less than seven
Wear your love like heaven
Be my lucky number seven
Seven, seven, seven, seven
I wanna wear your love like
you and by six we got a date
Seven I'll be heaven-bound and in your arms by eight
Everybody now (we got love)
By the numbers (we got love)
Ooh
the one to take me from you
But I just wanna let go
It’s been a long time since I started fakin
my blissful thoughts are gone
I don’t wanna be the one
shake
Whether its Mortans or Sizzla steak
But everything will be okay
(w/ 7 Aurelius) if we do it my way
'cause I believe in romance
Kissin' while ya
gone up to Heaven we know
The little paper boy who died in the snow
There ya have it, friends
gone up to Heaven we know
The little paper boy who died in the snow
There ya have it, friends
ya'll can quit pushin'
All that dominance
In me
Eeeyyy yyyooo
By the time my silence gone
It's war
Don't whisper my name
In vain
Pain is on your way
Snow
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