Lyrics:
you're racking up seven digits
Prеsident we hate so dearly
You've fucked enough, why fuck the country?
Your N.D.A's they've signed are shady
You've had
Dark cloud over my head, I ain't bothered by it
Treat it like we best friends, Death Note, I'm followed by it
Tryna rip the heart out the beast?
knuckles on the second hands of working class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterous
Stay alive, you play or die, no options,
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Second Appellate District
Division Seven
Denied the petition the investors
Petitioned for review
The National Association of
Securities Dealers
(NASD) was
nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that umm
Like that huh
Take a second
As you sang me your apologies
And when the second day, we met by chance
Oh, what a sweet coincidence
To find the sugar girl right next to me
I decide "It's
the motherfuckin' pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin' for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like I said before, you don't get a second
senseless killing.
[DR. EDISON AMOS]
The second amendment gives the right of the people to keep and bear arms.
This is a dispute which is going on in
that's that Jesus 2 slots
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of raze braided by his girl Lucy
With the semi on, make
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
————–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.
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
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
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