Lyrics:
made in heaven
You're all in one
You're comfort, you're joy
A shoulder to cry on
You've got a million ways
To make me love you 24/7
You're made in
jocking, tell by the look on they faces
8 digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet
7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it
Made a deal for
& make somethin . ya know .-
If its one thing i know well is how to get my grind on .
24/7 erfectin' to keep the rhymes strong.
stackin' my paper. waitin'
hurt his balls on that play, Tony. Don't you? He's holding
Them. He must've hurt them, by God." and the other 2-way word that
Goes with that one is Prik.
There are seven known wonders of the world,
You about to witness the eighth motherfucker
[Verse 1]
I got King Kong in my trunk,
King Kong in
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
Verse4:
Were Yo’ Shorty’s think they can with me 24
7 and I got them I wish that could be true
Then I gonna goes Rampage with fire
Desire, Some of Ya
started even in the office lobby
(yo!)
Im going 9 to 9
and about the time
you calling it a day Im starting my night
I go hard 24/7 shifts at a time
They all
me
Say I suppose to dey work 24/7 (24/7)
Money is needed (Owó)
Money is needed (Owó)
Always needed!!
Always needed!!
Money is needed (Owó)
Money is
pass, as a hotel first class.
We'll make everything fit.
Including...(Ah, yes, that's it)
1 More day, just one more day,
so we must not waste
mind could be wrong but your heart don't lie
Put it in the air now we're gonna get high
They can go left but we gone get right
24 7 we burn it up
Get
could be wrong but your heart don't lie
Put it in the air now we're gonna get high
They can go left but we gone get right
24 7 we burn it up
Get your
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible
Point out the bounce, and show you how
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
until you had enough
Of that good ol sicky stuff
And girls they come in runnin over again with that STICKY 24-7
Your sticky good I can't lie
It taste
You better get am for your mind (You better know this oh)
You gast to hustle make a living 24 7
Nobody go ask if you don chop
Nobody go send you free
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
and only
Looking fine already mine, I made my time, enough said looking fine already mine cuz I got that wine
24/7 liven in heaven, looking at chu it must
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
tune that the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly and sentimental
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her
away
Tell me when to stop
I'mma li-li-li-lick it and go down
Baby you can get it
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop
Tell me
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