Lyrics:
dealer
Excuse me Father
I need another twenty four ounce
Of that tick tock tick
What do you do when life hurts too much
Want to numb the pain
There ain't
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
feeling managed like
(Drama king) fuck a planet
Go'n with it, ashing ashes on critics
Twenty racks then we split it up
Feeling like a million bucks
Bust
Same old plan
Same old church turned nightclub
It's one pm
Crowd shakes to the four four replicas
The pills kick in
Haley shakes her head and moves
Boy, Billy Boy?
How old may she be, Charming Billy?
Three times six and four times seven, twenty-eight and eleven
But she's a young thing and cannot
im all for it, 4
Now I get 50, Now I get 50 nigga
I used to get 20 of em, but now I get 50 Pieces
Yeah now I get 50, used to get 20 but now I get 50
five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad I ain't seen her in a minute
start by saying
This is the greatest love in history
(chorus)
‘cause I’m always gonna love you
Twenty four hours a day
Yes I’m always thinking of you
(Y'all leave some room for Nuski, you feel me?)
Smoke opps out in Vegas
Twenty a show and these niggas can't take us
.40 Ruger leave a nigga with
Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck,
You got a copy on me Pigpen? c'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
ten, twenty, thirty, forty-four and sixty-five
Think back to those young summer nights
Things felt real, that future was bright
You never notice what is
Ah
Huh
Yeah (Sledren)
I dropped a four in my iced tea
Okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah)
I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek
The mil's is all
boutique, the flavors unique
Four-hundred a juice, a hundred a quarter (seven)
Shoppin' online, next day get the order
Chanel, her stroller, my one
you got me waiting
All day all night
Twenty Four Seven
All I do is think about you
Feel like twenty four seven
I’m reminiscing on the times
When I was
Check
uh
At twenty four
I got only a guitar and a dream
A few bucks
And some clothes to my name
A couple of girls who love me
While I dey think about
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
100 Days went by
You learned so much in this time
Let's count all the days
You and I
First by 1s and then by 5s
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,
the window of the 'Gatti
One, Two, Three, Four Five, I'm countin' 'millis in a Mazi'
Poppin' shit you that I can, back it by my lonely
Shawdy blowin' O's, up
(Esther 4:14)
This is a spiritual warfare
Satan sees Israel like a bell tolling out his funeral
Behold, Christ is coming (Revelation 22:20)
All Israel
on a buckin' horse
Jumpin' up and down
Ain't that strange? It's a mystery
Just another twenty-four in the three-sixty-five
Twenty-four-seven glad to be
Aye
You niggas be snorin
Can't sleep
Cause I'm on it
It's 4 in the mornin
Get money
Go touring
Young Rokki exploring
I pop off the cap
Then I chug
just like me,
Twenty fours on the Range she just like me, go on shawty do ya thang
Hey! Shawty who you fooling? You
Know I'm way too cool for you
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