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on fleek 
That's like  7 days a week 
Blowing this gas just like I'm Cheech
Running shit just like Big Meech
Got a few I call my homies
Never catch me by my

sent from heaven
My G stay on the corner like Seven-Eleven
Count it up
Count it up
Fill my cup
Drank
Roll me up dank
Pour my thoughts
Blank
Run it up

We stick the keys in the ignition
Hear the whole street bitching
They just sitting round itching
For the day I come around and get rid of this shit

times grit
I'm five laps ahead
You're six places back
I can't count all day
Seven days to be exact
What you ate is rotten
But my nine is locked in
You're

club pop it at the house
Can't pay for the tease I wanna feel it out
Seven days of the week that girl go wild like wow
Wow wow wow
Come kick it with

The load left sores upon my legs
over many hours per week and 7 days.
But I've lived to a ripe old age.  We put Sacred Heart there in its place.
And, my

it I'm going to keep going till something spark
A week goes by I still got nothing
Me shawty still be fussing
Getting overwhelmed for real and now I'm

at daddies pushing prams.
Convinced of a back story.
Probably his one day of the week, he'll drop him off by 7 and text his side chick.
How I can’t smile

Ladies and gentlemen
We will now have brief intermission

Ok now, now what's been
Like 2 weeks two days
Ok now, now what's it been like
Without me by

Seven days in a week
I ask when you're free to see me
You invite me to a party
At your friend's house
Where you get off your face
And you call me

a couple tunes for the week
Let the dividends increase til the day I’m deceased
And all my children gon be playing my heat

I ain’t got no time to count up

a youngin', I dreamed a vision of a new day
But every weeks the same I'm loosing track of all the Tuesdays
Nothing seems to change its got me worried bout

gloom and doom, why
Make light of the dark
I been through it and did it by riding along
Writing songs
Help me release my emotions
8 days a week, now I'm

by my lonely, For that reason got what you want
What you need, seven days of the week
Take my pockets outta shape, Walk around all obese
Not just

the sole owner, our contract is unchangeable
And permanent, please face the fact, move on
I'm not gonna pick up the phone
You vainly spend seven days

He wore a new band tee
Every day of the week
Black eyes to match his ripped skinny jeans
And I caught him staring
Every time that I walked by
Had me

to me

It's me and you, it's us against the world
I Spin for you, any day out the week that's my word
This love at first sight
24/7 I don't mind you by my

12-20 9-7, a star had arrived
Shockin hoes at birth, doc was worried I ain't cry
They was runnin tests on me
Tryna see what's head of me
Doctor

alright
Be okay
Same shit, different day
Make it go away
But I need you to stay
I need you to stay
Never leave
Seven days a week
You invade my dreams
Don't

was never that, and then I let it happen
Regrettin' textin' back, yeah
These "better habits" turn to seven packs a week

Missed opportunities, ruin me,

are calling out my name
And now I'm moving my borderlines
Cause I'm tired of living someone else's life
Routine seven days a week
Counting down

laws I've got outlaws
You come up whilst we're all coming down
Like a torrential downpour
Seven sins for us to seek, one for each day of the week
Talk is

never did that shit to you
I don't really get it bro, thats the reason I'm confused
Weeks go by you tell me call, it's probably something I won't do

You

through the whole night, I just numb, I do not fight

Blurry vision, lost my sight
Think there's K up in this line
Wake up next day, I'm just fine
Full week