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talkin' so clean like wipe me down, them choppers, they gon' wipe em' out
You ain't smokin' loud, man, that shit be so chow

Pull that Drake on them, you

bet not Throw The 7 Down,(x2)

I did 6 Years and Came Home,
(6Years In came Home)
This is what I’m made for,
(This is What I’m made for)
Yo bitch Gone

twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world

been best friends, from the start
Can someone cut that part?

I chow, like a sloth i plow, like a sloth
Wild out, like a sloth
I'll be holdin' it down

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

Down by the Greenwood Side

Nana Mouskouri

Roses & Sunshine

1979

sort of life I'll have after dying
Down by the Greenwood side - oh

Seven years of visions of blood
Oh the rose and the linsey - oh
And seven years

fuck all of the hate 
Couple years gone by, we gotta elevate 
Cause the Flaws got us all in a mental state

Everything so shakey, 7.5 the magnitude

Alice's Restaurant

Arlo Guthrie

The Best of Arlo Guthrie

1977

be beat, and didn't get up until the next 
Morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came 
In with the twenty-seven 8

to die"
Down by the greenwood sidie-o
"Seven years a fish in the flood"
Oh, the rose and the linsie-o
"Seven years a bird in the wood"
Down by the greenwood

a mouthful hoe, gobble down slow
No shopping sprees but you could have dro
Mr chows, no simply you can get blimpy
Fuck you in the truck, ghetto style
No

My niggas gone
I just touched down in this jet to like seven million texts
And they all from the same bitch
I put all my trust in this chip to get me

6 'N the Mornin'

Ice-T

Street Soldiers [Priority]

1992

pussies, said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to her, ho continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the goddamn street
But just living in

year, every year, every year
Cuz every year is our year
Every year, until we need some pallbearers

That's 24/7, 12/52, 365, you bitch ass niggas
Yea,

of the men, the greater the share of honor
Same shit up in cloud, when ya smokin marijuana
I never bow down, 'cause chow down needs to hold down
I swatted them

19
You can try lie
But it won't fly by me

I freak to the beat
Need to release
Like I'm backed up with the Skeet
Need to the Meat
Hope you got dreams

And I'm coming for you
Three four
I want the money and more
Five six
It's raw rich lil bitch
Seven eight
Free my niggas behind the gates
Nine ten
I ain't

non  stopping  in  the  studio  hip  hopping
And  like  a  drive  by  got  everybody  ducking
West  coast  in  the  house  so  it's  on  and  cracking

Mall

Gucci Mane

El Gato: The Human Glacier

2017

she lick me down, I skeet all in her jaw
Thot bitch she so groupie down, she slurped it in the mall
My kush I don't sell in a jar
Wedding cake 800

down in Maryland
Bitches wanna fuck me ever since I quit the heroin
7 years they let me out early thanks to Covid bih
So Ima keep wear'n the face mask

Surrounded by this weaponry
I still have the memories

Remember I was 7 years old with a pallet gun
Playing outside with a cap, drinking Caprisun
We thought we

Nigga, this a burglary, off the perc feel like Hercules
Pop your son in nursery, he got stung by some worker bees
Bitch, huh, let's have a cookout
You

every rapper that
Ludacris bout to chow down
I’m a OG in the southern part of America
Music bumpin’ up and down all in your stereo
You rappers is nothing

throw him down
to the bottom of a well, so that he will be picked up by some caravan of travelers
They said, O our father, why do you not trust us with

at the poker table
I walk 'em down Al Pacino
Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino
I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo
If that's yo bitch why