Lyrics:
to everything I have
I got you on my mind like 24/7
I need you 24/7 inside of this hotel suite
Bet there are many other guys trying to make you theirs
But nobody
Bitches clockin' on his dick 24/7
Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting
Rollin' '64 with the fresh ass Daytons
Living in Compton,
the blame
I say it's sunnin' when there's rain
I jump by leaps and bounds, just call my name
What's that you're saying?
Girl, I like the way you talk
the Russian scored
I loved Brigitte Nielsen's hair
I'd call you my champion
Thought we had already won
And cracked open our last beer
Falling asleep in
gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin' to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they bust strong
Tried to call
Ищешь другой путь, браза — хлопни бонг
Снег идёт и идёт, весь усыпан блок
Колет ноздри, жизнь — это боль
24 на 7
На мне чёрный доспех
Я как в Splinter
you took a wrong pill last night, then you fall a sleep
You were talking in your sleep and it was something like
Dancing 24/7 with you
I don’t wanna go,
생각해 맨날
How to fuckin love (love)
I just want call
you right now (now)
Bitch, I swear to god,
I be in my mind, yeah
24/7 아무나 불러
해 뜰 때까지 해버려 fuck
초면이라
way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like I hop
Came from the bottom to the sky box
Now
Bitches clockin' on his dick 24/7
Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting
Rollin' '64 with the fresh ass Daytons
Living in Compton,
to figure out the last thing I said
I'm a redwood I love to be a tree yes I'm a druid
My words are flowing out like a fluid
Never give in never conform
I'll
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
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them motherfuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point,
I don't need the hype
They call me- fuck it- I
Don't need no introduction
No ad-libbing my name 100 times for nothing
You already know it's K dot,
(It's true)
By any means make ends meet (Ends meet)
Cuz all my niggas gotta eat (On me)
All Day (All Day)
All Night (All Night)
24/7 Gotta Get It Right
gone in the morning
[Verse 1:]
Hey shorty wat u drinking on last call for alcohol
been thinking bout dat ass since I seen you at the
mall them thick
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch
dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
I say if everybody went to heaven
Hey-ey-ey, I believe I'd miss the call
But you see if it wasn't for bad luck,
Trying to tell you son if it wasn't
the trouble of lettin' my mistakes show me
I feel like you barely know me
And that's a shame 'cause our last name is the same
That blood type flowin' through
the trouble of lettin' my mistakes show me
I feel like you barely know me
And that's a shame 'cause our last name is the same
That blood type flowin' through
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
Do you ever feel like, gettin' high?
Do you ever feel like, leavin' this world?
Uhh do you ever feel like, you ball by yourself?
Do you ever feel
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