Lyrics:
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
My
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
My
the playground
And yeh I said it
This year I'm menace
This year I'm selfish
This year I'm careless
This year I'm healthy
This year I'm hectic
This year I'm ready
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
look at the bitch and i knew the bitch type
Yeah she loves to disrespect her dad she hates to fuck whites
She works at Raley's by the day Deja Vu by
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
blow
7 I wanted my dough to grow
6, Couldn't wait to grow real old
5 I wanted some gold
Age 4, realized the world is cold
But year 3, I was the mvp
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
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
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
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
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
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
the zone (word?)
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (yeah)
United we stand, divided we swore (D12)
And hell yeah, I looked in my car (yeah)
Bitch, I
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
get that up in here
I get a bitch by the pair
Hit from the back I might pull out her hair
Young niggas wild with style we major
Step on the stage
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
even play like that
What it takes to get to the top
You niggas mad told the bitch kick rocks
I'm the trending topic I'm the hottest nigga out
I'm an OG 7
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh
inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control
[Baby]
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser
[Manny
.jpg/187px-Lorna_Doom_-_The_Germs_at_Sala_Boite_Madrid_12-18-09_(cropped).jpg "Lorna Doom")
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