Lyrics:
that a bitch
Seven years old I remember I couldn't play with a friend of mine
Cause one of his family members were part of the Gangs that one of my
hatin'
See my watch a cold bitch
Call that hoe Sarah Palin
All my albums went platinum, nigga
Thanks to the block
Voice raspy as ever, nigga
Thanks to them
They think I might blow
I'm gunnin' it for the top
Haven't slowed down since
Even when I cross the border
I still run the town, bitch
Tell me that you
to leave all my depression
Behind me
Way up in the sky bitch we shining
Just a seven year old walking on dirty floors
In that moment I dreamt that I’d be
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin' about this sheisty bitch
the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin' about this sheisty bitch
here
You people love the shit I pop in your ear
You gon' love the shit I do to hip-hop this year
You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this
gone kill bout me
For the love of that money i was missing meals bout it
We hit the club off that drank that bitch be real crowded
24/7 no days off
face
Or brush my teeth
To keep that Gucci on my back
And that Prada on my feet i trap trap 365 24
7 hater I be on my grind
You know I'm 'bout my paper no
the less & you get most of it
Oh she goin rouge ?
Get a new hoe & mold the bitch
I jus rolled another spliff
& it’s like a 7 in it
Roll up every seven
your head inside
Spin cycle two
Lock the door press play
Your head's getting washed
By a Machine
24/7
Washed by a machine
Spun around in circles
All day
to me
Didn't fit the recipe probably a little spicy
Appealing to the masses requires seasoning lightly
Felt like the kid that was ditched at the prom
By
going to conquer them by any means
Barley got a year in this rap game
And already have two songs released
Including another five songs EP
And still
nigga breeched
Uno uno dos tres quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five five six six seven eight
Move from the crest side
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
Hov in ‘03, I feel like Hov in ‘03
Black album then I’m back out, Yuh
Hov in ‘03, I feel like Hov in ‘03
Black album then I’m back out, Yuh
Cha, ya
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
tell you right now
Golden Black up next
Crunches for 6 years
Now I'm walking on my own
All I have to say
I was never fooled by these hoes
All bout my
most these niggas be some hoes
I get them gone just for the low
Creeping on a nigga, that'll turn a friend into a foe
Snake me once, bitch I'll never let
seven
But I dreamed it with my head in the clouds
My brain in heaven (yeah)
By twelve, my mind dwelled in myself
Should’ve called help when I lept and I
Another year, more life shit
Year's go by quick
Switched up my license
Might switch up to violence
Bro told me "hand that to me," told that nigga nah
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
Discuss these by album 7 year bitch Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In