Lyrics:
24/7 on Radio
Pushing another mil but I ain't sell my soul
Fuck the groupie hoes every time I'm on the road
You already know the drill don't go through
the fame
All these girls are fake
They lame never call my name
Swear these niggas always tryna
Get the worst outta me
I was in the trap no one
By my side
Now
and I knew that from day one stayin'
Up all night just chillin' talkin'
Bout what we going name our son,
24/7 hustlin' the object to not
Being broke
[Phone ringing]
Scott: Yo Kris. I really knocked the boots on those two big butt
females last night.
Kris: Jeeez!
Scott: Yeah man.
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
the packman but still got her own weed thats potent
Slam dunking in these bitches like my last name derozan okay
24/7 365, the traphouse don't close
Blue dream,
could be a trap
(Don't you hear the blap)
(This ain't no game man
We out here everyday
24/7, 7 days a week mane
I don't give a fuck if you with yo mama,
Boys No Dey Carry Last
24/7 we Dey Cashout
No be muff muff
Western union you Dey fuck up
Me Adey CashApp ,
Party Shut
Jubilating ( lating )
the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call
the bro
Three times for the rolls
Four times for the folks
Five times for the moes
Five shots through your throat
Six for the fuckin' gangsters
Seven for
Coulda loved chose cash instead
Rock designer like it's regular
Piece of art so I'm nailing her
Smoking jet fuel we gone take off
24-7 ain't no days off
I
good you can call on the plug I’ma pull up on you
24 7 all day so good you can call on the plug I’ma pull up on you
24 7 all day it’s okay you can call
You Make that money
Go change
Imma change for the better
Iknow my dog made it to heaven
I seen my life when I was eleven
You want smoke this 24/7
Ma new
to me
Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage
And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy
Meal game, they call me by my stage name
Hella G's when I spit
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call
Glokkmane, Streooo
longboystyle
Stomp the fuck out the rat-boy
Fucker call himself “BatBoy”, 7-7.62 rip him up, like a gnat, boy (grrah)
Leave
you had no choice?
Used to think a golden ring would do
Thought that I know you, now I see through you
Baby you are on my mind
24/7 365
27 missed calls
One last breath, two parents by your side
Three eras of law...four if my brother tries
Category fives...six feet under
Happy hour by 7 but you're
24/7, got ready on the turf, player
All day
Make 'em hop in the new coupe
Nigga, but that ain't nothing new
Forgive me for the sinning that they be
you dey good to me ) x2
(Call: You dey good to me
Response: Hu... hu....
Call: To me x3
Response: hu... hu) x2
(Back to Vs 1 by all)
You dey good
and shinin, 24/7 baby no rewindin
I Got the dough, Im feelin low, Im out the door, cause I want mo'
No sleepin, straight hustlin, all day never stop, no more
Imma call you mine One day
On that very day imma give you my ring and let it be known to the world that your that your
My dam wife
24/7 liven in heaven,
pawn
Always following commands
Just a puppet on a string
The power was in your hands
Working 24/7
Just to meet your demands
Had to stay in line
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