Lyrics:
doing our jobs, you know
Ah, uhh, ah
You're not doctors, then
Oh, blimey no, haha
Mom, dad, I'm off that then (?)
See you by seven
Bye bye son (?)
famous to be chillin by my lonesome.
( 3 second Bridge)
(Hook)
Girl you got me getting wasted
Give me a shot of the Henny mixing flavours
Digging your
takin' damage as well
Droppin' 10 stacks for a stu in the back
Hoppin' to see sevens before reachin' Heaven's gates
Or that other place
Might get a warm
driveway
Stoned Figures - Heads on gates
Celibate Lickers - are the whores that I hate
8 seconds we get a new president
7 seconds my ego is precedent
6
don't cry
I feel alright
A puff of smoke as I walk by
I breathe you in and I feel high
I see your face and I don't cry
Your second hand smoke gets in my
leave by seven
But you kiss me in the kitchen til 7:17
I don't mind to keep em waiting
There ain't an obligation more pressing to me
My love
You're
I'm gonna film you a 7 second Joker video
Alright
Bitch, I blow up shit like the fucking Joker
Can't stop fucking coughing, I'm a chronic smoker
Bitch
I had a dream that the world had changed
And for a second there was no pain
Instead of politics and rioting
I heard lyrics from our legends
Then I
a second (Huh)
Done sending warning shots I think they learned they lesson (Hey)
Spin 'ya block at six gotta hit 'ya bitch at seven (Boom)
Hit 'em in
————–ORBIT
Glenn: Ah, roger. Friendship 7. All system are go in the capsule.
Glenn: Ah, Roger this is Friendship 7. I’m controlling fly by wire present time.
the norm
I usually take two seconds to check if my guess is correct then look on my phone
I don't abide by
Stereotypes of a white guy
People love me more
When the first four of the seven seals have been broken
Four riders shall be summoned
Conquest War Famine and Death
With them these riders shall
Make every second last
This is our final countdown 'til we die
Post Apocalypse, party till you're dead
Time was up when they flipped the switch
i made for him,
Hops in the seven
He gets six figures
When he gets off at five
I'm what he's hungry for
Three little letters and i'm in the mood (in
Got it on smash
Really abundant doing lines in the suburbs
With 7 Hundrd, I fuck until my nuts hurt
Checking a reverb if Levi wants it
Baby don’t
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
and zest
I hardly have a second I
Can truly call my own
It seems that every thirty minutes
Another hour has flown
The older you become the more
You
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