Lyrics:
Gluttony baby
Is I needs what I see
Gluttony baby
Is us, aside to seat two
It's knocking
Man, they gon, they gon, man they gon knock this one
to sorrow
When do your vampires let you go
On your knees and say forgive please can I come back home
The ole demons are back again dancing with the seven
hits outta the park it's like I just hit a grand slam
Got four bars and I'm serving, 44 like I'm Gervin
44 like I'm Hamilton, seven titles and counting
of rest
But I'm going overtime
When I see you undressed
Three hundred and sixty-five
Twenty-four seven
Just hop on my bed
And I'll make you feel heaven
All
I'm so major
Full of flavor
Even haters
Love me
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven
I know that I'll get to Heaven
All I need is a paper and pen
the time i fell in love with the music
This boy crazy look easy he do it
With the keys and piano his so foolish (yeah)
Grade 7 8 out in fourways (four)
Grade
blades
He's the jack of all trades, about to release some tapes
Going on and on, you'll keep doing this til dawn
4 and 7 the windows will open, and then
the hood on Molly
Then we put the hood on V
F- what a b- gotta say
I'm now securing my bag
Trappin' in Atlanta
Bought three, four, five Phantoms
Drug
like Reverend Knight, every night, everyday
Twenty-four-seven, eight, nine, ten
I'm in the jungle but I'm comin to yo' front door
Knock, knock, who's
many questions (4x)
.
Some say you gotta be humble
Ok I have questions
I think the world would be better if ppl
Was taught how to handle
And it's 1! 2! 3!
The kids love the monkey,
And 4! 5! 6!
The monkey's got a hockey stick,
7! 8! 9!
Havin' a good time, yeah!
National guard is running
7.62, it turn a scatty to a scooter pack
All we had was noodle packs, on God, I don't know who to trust
Lookin' at my rearview every second, clutch
the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab
It's every damn morning
Looking out the window on my way to work
As a real man I stand by my word
And I really don't know how to feel about this
Mulligan
And I was William Sheeran
She took my name and then we were one
Down by the Wexford border
Well, met her at Guy's in the second world war
a pit
And I look and I behold a pale horse
Forty second degree, mind in the source
Original, it's from the brotherhood
In the beginning, yet you
good
And you should
Keep going, there's a masterpiece
In all of us, damn I left my notebook
On a crowded bus, nobody read past
The second line, 4 chords
feeling like four years never passed
For a minute, you thought you'd fooled me
For a minute, you got me lost
For a second, I thought you loved me
But
don't got a clue
Rule number three
Don't ever try stepping with me
'Cause I'll knock you off for a fee
Rule number four
The second I'm ready to fade
You
on the wall I'm fine
Tell myself it's all in my head
Swear I still smell you in my bed
Twenty four hours under quarantine
Think these four walls closing in
to uplift
Hip-hop, hip-hop
My voice is like a monster
And now a word from our sponsor
Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten
I gotta
four
I'm old I play six four and now I'm on that new flow
Going sixty in a twenty
You'll see me fly by with yo bitch because I'm horny
I won't keep that
Keep the safety off the glock
I keep the glock for safety
Juggin' and finessin' niggas crazy
Twenty four seven we do this daily
All this powder
when you no dey get wish chaii ah
I can't lie if nah money I dey Find am
Two four seven,I dey road I dey fight am
And Nobody no this pain wey I see for
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