Lyrics:
your trips if your duns come to shoot
Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep 'em leery of the deadly '7 MC' theory
Soon as you they hear me, I
his right hand he held seven stars, and coming out of his mouth was a sharp, double-edged
sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its
feeling sick like dawn of the dead
I've got marines marching through my head
John-boy Walton, he's so nice
So come in this must be paradise
All your
to continue their faith-filled legacy
But I need a companion, a 'Sarah' just for me
I sent my father's servant to search for me a wife
He returned with Laban's
the yearlings home.
And the servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald, he would know, before the sun would set.
And in his
hold of my soul
It's like a military soldier since seven years old
I held real dead bodies in my arms
Felt their body turn cold, oh
Why we born in
Sick of the time filler
I'm realer, I got a nine mil or
Seven, six, two by thirty-nine
For that kind fucking lie giver
Eye lickers for the dry drinkers
Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
Ayy, I got
Dead aim
I got Celine frames
Blrrrd, blrrrd
(Run it back, Playboi)
I got seven cars
of the sorrow that he was suppressing
They said, By Allah, you will never cease remembering Joseph until you become weak
With old age, or until you are dead
He
the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by
And hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know
Before the sun would set
And in his hurry
Yeah, when I saw my brother above me
I remember the words he said
"When you dream you hit bottom
Chances are good you're gonna wake up dead"
I will
his share of women, he must drug them into bed
He grabs them by the pussy, who said romance is dead
He doesn't like the o-zone, he'd like to see it gone
A MONKEY AND DON'T YOU THINK IT'S KIND OF FUNKY
HE'S A REAL JUDAS KISS
FOUND HIM FACE DOWN IN BED,
DRIVE BY SHOOTER DEAD
TIMES LIKE THIS I WON'T MISS
WHEN HE
I’m not talking about Satan, I mean Deron, he’s cool
And I’m actually his servant so I’m being paid to say this
No sunshine, lollipops or rainbows
Only
Cos her boyfriend's up
New age rapper
Blew up on TikTok
Claims he's a gangster
But the album flopped
Guess it wasn't drip enough
Label's dropped him
year old boy David killed Goliath by the mighty hand of God
With a little sling and he never ever missed
Philistines were defeated by the mighty hand
a tool kit
Now Voltage you say
Yeah, Voltage is dead
There's a new king in town
And he's out for your head
So let me tell you when he comes around
So you
Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
'Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by
that life
Eternal life come from that red
Jesus shed His blood, but then He rose from the dead
And we get inheritance from Him
Man we privileged
the ring
we were so young in love
cloud 9 everyday was like we were in heaven
he always put me first
cause im lucky 7
but things got complicated
that puweree
This is my toxic reality I had
To get it right off of the block
I gotta schedule i'm up and i'm
Trapping this bread by seven
O'clock people don't
passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from
the dead
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float
Channels on top of the dresser
never early
You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
He was surprised I snatched him
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