Lyrics:
business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
These niggas gettin they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
In a room with seven hoes but they aint you
And I know they gon be surprised when I back out the coupe
Sike nah, bitch I want four doors for all
ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years
7 rings on me, 7 rings on me, 7 rings
7 rings on me, 7 rings on me, 7 rings
7 rings on me, 7 rings on me, 7 rings
7 rings on me, 7 rings on me, 7
[Intro: Angry Crowd Rioting]
[Verse 1: Luss]
Line em up and I’ll knock em down (Yeahhh) High as fuck I will NOT come down
One by one, Ima drop them
Bipolar?" At another point, in "Burgundy, "
There's a voice-over that asks
"Why you so depressed and sad all
The time like a little bitch?"
How did your own
now (You in danger now)
You a DC here trying to save her now (Captain save a ho)
Was the game, I'm the player now (Bitch what)
By yourself, who you came
away so much)
Baby girl
Locked down in the pen (five minutes to chow)
Sorry I'm away so much (won't let me stay in touch)
One phone call a month
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime,
heard they said I fell
Off Im like "How?"
Archie Davis birthday and Mr chow
Malibu fried lobster, couple 'rounds
Don't gossip about me, bitch hold it down
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
a left and a right
And you can tell by the smell it's a murder session tonight.
Chasing his mother through the house
Come here bitch
Continuing
But its been nine years since I've had a trim
The barber says
I can't reach the top of his head
7 foot man
(ha ha)I cannot hide
7 foot man
I
And always up for whatever
Check the scoreboard
We always up 11
High as fuck
Thinking we can touch heaven
Fucking in the back with my Jordan 7's
My bitch
hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge
Man I heard you a hound
Bruh man, that bitch need a pound
Tip, tip, tip bounce out her gown
know"
But I'd beat her pussy up every round like Tito
Then I'd eat the hoe out, chow down like Fritos
Have her shake around, move that shit like a kilo
I
shit
Grab your bitch by the hair, said she need a face lift
Likes the way I do it better when she want to take it
She a pretty penny but a dime's what
feel it
You can tell by the way I'm flowin', I'ma kill it
All that drank that we fuckin' pourin', we conceal it
This lil hoe tryna make some porn bitch
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
(Flame on)
Seven days, seven days, seven days a week
The freaks come out at night so we don't sleep
We just fuckin hustle and stay on our grind
While
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