Lyrics:
There are seven known wonders of the world,
You about to witness the eighth motherfucker
[Verse 1]
I got King Kong in my trunk,
King Kong in
your ass
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the O niggas just mean mug
I
war
And I'm fighting for a higher cause
Kings blood, tainted by some dark liquor
Arroyo Road dawn with some Glocks nigga
Olde English in my goblet
4
awestruck. Haha, the gallery erupts into delight
Random person in the gallery: Go get them champ!
Donald: Yes Yes. I think it would be hard to find in
any
carry my weight,
You see what at stake
As a kid, I almost drowned in uh lake
Losing seven was my biggest mistake
You think this feeling fake
I gave all I
We are the light
I'm God's hit man, Chopard wristband
New York crown jewel, no if-and's, top five
I'm the one, two, three, four and the fifth man
scored (Bu-bush)
Couldn't give a toss about law (Nope)
Niggas know CB (They know)
More time, if it was done by the 7th
It was done by me (Go ask about)
I
another twenty-four in the three-sixty-five
Twenty-four-seven glad to be alive
All I need is a motor in my car
Crank it up, hit the road
Be a country
want
I'm sitting here in second place
Because somewhere
The one I wanna be with's with somebody else
Oh God
I wanna be that someone that you're with
(I
And I'm makin' a statement while walkin' through hell not even Satan can stop me
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
No seven eleven
I'm makin' you
Lost my job at Mickie D's
4 giving away 2 much food 4 free
But I couldn't watch another black child go 2 school
With nothing to eat
7 of us then
Mhmm Mhmm
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Oh Mhmm Oh Mhmm
Got like 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
One too many heavy floaters round my chest plate
I don’t need that fake
broke serve
Flow elegant
Faux furs and chauffeurs
Never sober
Two-four seven I blow herb
My old girl know combinations and codewords
I'm a-head of my
seconds
Attention! Attention! This facility will self-destruct in 10 seconds
10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
by horsemen, send it by four
Revolver on my hip, but I only need words
It's thunder, no war, thunder no more
Rain will pour but it's thunder no more
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
Four-hundred, is sacred ay
Bet my life, won't let them seconds fade away
Cause I am a beast, got to be raw
That's my mindset if I'm going to make it law
Break
live? How you seeeeeeee...
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!!
[Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu]
Dunn can
we stopped him he'd just
Hum "It'll all be fine"
But by then our battered crew
Was no more than nine
From nine we went to seven
From seven down
I'm home or my way
Caps, lil' brace used to stay back
Second grade is where the fun is at
We be gettin' stacks with y'all and stan jack
Can't hear
the four but I'm known in the trey
Killer from the 'Ville in a Chevrolet
Bumping 'Pocket Full of Stones' by UGK
That was my life circa nine trey
You should
1, 2, 3 (7)
Let it go and be free (it's Heaven)
4, 5, 6 (the Door)
Leave all 'em stones and sticks (3+4)
7, 8, 9 (damn)
Baby you so damn fine (hot
(Saia)
Thinks people are watching her (Goi dbart mei)
Let's observe her overnight (Ei gul guun heia)
By satellite (Unt dei sei)
Bed Four (Sei)
Angry young
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