Lyrics:
luck
Ba-ba-bad luck
Ba-ba-bad luck
Seven long years of this bad luck
Seven years of bad luck
Surrender with my hands up
I swear that i’ll go quietly
7 years old I was dreaming bout a Goyard
7 years old I was thinking I could go far
17 years I been scheming
17 years in my dreams
7 years old I was
The party of the year
Put two hands in the air for
The party of the year
This is one sequel better than the first
I go two-two to two-three all in this verse
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right
Three years ago when I
how much longer, maybe we could have had this beat
But we've gotta go now, we've gotta go, to get out of this heat
Seven years
Seven years
Seven years
I wouldn't change if it brings you down
Every seven years, this sonic spy *
Driven by a fear and a sweep of fire
'Cause all I want, a second
Southbound jericho parkway
Is what you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, Monday after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal
Aimed his
'cause I was sonnin' rappers
Before I was a father, go figure
My cryptocurrency is in the seven figures
If you talking shit, I roll up on you with like
it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don't always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
a new one, I finally got a cool ad lib
Be at all the shows everybody be like, Bitch!
Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go
Yeah pull
Remember me? Seven executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima
For this
Suga Free no cut
Now come up from promote and tell these hoes what's up
Ho must've said Suga Free go wash yo hands I said bitch
I'm Suga Free I wash
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
seven years
Seven days, seven weeks, seven years
TM-TM
Betrayed by few and I don't fuck with them
These niggas just make me sick, got me coughing out
Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect.
You know what I'm saying?
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
Hands high to the sound
Uh yeah I'm the rich nigga now
Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the border
Pop,
complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in
seven, eight
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye
Yeah, judgment comes in many forms but never scared or shy
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
contemplatin' gettin' off stage
Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got
a gat, cause cats, try to test me
They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on
Gaudy years teens look like they painted on
Ask
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year
shots (fuck), shots (bitch)
Shot (go), shot (woo), shot, ayy bitch, take a- (woo)
Runnin' my spot like 7-Eleven, I need it all day, no ten to four,
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