Lyrics:
Seven-thirty
He said that he'd be here by six
It's looking dirty
I guess he's up to his old tricks
He likes 'em pretty
He likes 'em in their
see you a tease
My main goal is to please
Oh wait
Maybe baby it's just chemistry
And a pretty young thing like you
Should be home with me
It ain't hard
Stand up
Stand up, stand up, get up, we`ll set the night on fire
Get up, get up, stand up, have a party tonight
Can you see the lights
I just wonna
in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?
'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
bitch so pretty, I wanna skeet it on her face
I done took the Adderall just to count up my cake
I'm goin' Bugatti shoppin', fuckin' up this paper
First
you on my billboard, we can act like the charts, I can end up on top (end up on top)
Don't smoke, don't drink, that's why I don't be by the bar, baby
Can't you tell, by the spell that I'm under
This fella's wonderin' if you'll let me get next to you
Is there a chance of gettin' through
Well you
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
you're not
You were everybody's favourite flavour
Pretty sweet, but now you've fallen out of favour
Was it hard to watch it go?
If you were there then you
I run to that bag, while you walking
Bitch get off yo ass
I'm like Ricky Bobby, you ain't first
Bitch then you in last
Put it in the stash, catch
and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus,
it wit my cousins
Name on the ticket bout a bag taking flights
Wit a pretty ricky on some sucker shit
He wanna licky licky trust God to watch my back I
comin' sideways
And Topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty
Lyrical sayin' MC slayin', 'Hip Hop Quotable'
That's when I saw her, dancing
Pretty young thing with them neon shades
I'm walking toward her
With no care in the world
Got my feet in the sand
Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya?
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny,
Can I get any higher,
the 'Noya
That lil zo i be Polo to the floor
Boy, don't act like you don't know
I came up shootin' dice by the dope hole
Throwin' licks, the youngest nigga
doing time up in rivers when he came home
Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line
No drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me
the strippers by the pair
If her pussy classic then she might just get a pair
No time for the hating, against all my religions
Swangers when I'm skating, up in
idea
It's clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed
like Santa
Put a nigga face on a banner
I'm the main topic in my city
Main bitch bad my side bitch pretty
Finger fuck both while I'm gripping titties
BOA
nigga needs (I'm the hood)
Baby, from around the way, so she feelin' me (Yeah)
Wanna get with me, make a memory (Yeah)
Think she tryna set me up
She
me your money
And tell me I'm pretty
Then we'll be friends
Everybody falls down one by one
Even I will fall down when I'm done
Everybody falls down
Teazy
Yeah
Look
She wanna come round mine, pour up a drink, and smoke my weed (my weed)
Get on the vibe, get high, Pretty Ricky just grind on me (on
on my hit list you messing with a boss son
Everybody get lit everybody turn up
Get lit and turn up
We gon party till I get lit party cause I'm on one
Got
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