Lyrics:
at 7 am you wake up from sleep
At 7 am I wake up and take a leak
At 7: 05 you got slippers on your feet
At 7: 07 I'm going right back to sleep
At 7: 15
My squad is amazing, 12 out of 11
I'm up in the stu with my man HT7
Man M on beat and if that was his mission
I think that he killed it, was real
Transylvania
And the winter nights are long
I'll come by and you'll feel warmer
Dial the number from this song
Just dial Transylvania 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Transylvania
On god you dumb as hell if you think i'ma fuck wit some goofy ass bitch
Nah mean? Yo bitch maybe a 7 to me
I like 11s you see, Size 10 11s on feet
Cuz why
Staying up here on the 13th Floor.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13th Floor.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13th Floor.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13th Floor.
To *'Stand By Me'
Like Ben E. King said
The rest of my life
Listen!
Baby! Baby!
It's too (late)
You're too late to wake up
(It's too late to wake up
It's 7:15 and I find you're gone
By 10 to 11 you text
Telling me you're done
3pm I'm pulling up
Outside your house
Guess I can't let you go (no)
Not
F#m Em A7sus4 A7
White fences going up black fences going down
D F#m Em
all them Joran 11's
Or,Maybe the 6's even the 7's
I'm fly and i look like a blessing
Yeah,Ha Ha Ha
Who art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name by reverends
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!
Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?
A king pimp's been here for years representin'
she was a thug 'cause when I met her she had a scarf on
5411, size 7 in girls
Babyface, would look like she was 11 with curls
Girlfriend (what)
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
Seven eighty six
I was seven eighty six when the freshman called
I was seven eighty six
I was seven eigthy six
Woke up in a sweat
I forget where I
a rev’rend
Rollin’ the dice, end your life, lucky seven
Once I reach the top, ain't no telling
I ain't ever coming down, 9-11
I ain't OG Mac but you guessed
Been counting my blessings
It ain't hot in heaven
In bed for seven
Then home for eleven
11
Been looking all day all night
Pushing and pursuing left
duck I don't shoot I got 9 11s
You can tell by my hood k'dala ngi isosha
Ngi vul'incqondo when I'm done you gon need closure
From the home of a young
strike a 7
Feeling lucky you in heaven
Buy it up boy you spending
How you broke by 11
Miserable now you dwelling
Treat yourself to a session
Pray
These racks come in like 7 ways
Been booted up for 7days
This month I spent like 7k
On Roxy weed some hoes and drink
I feel I love with Benji Frank's
Twain
I don't wanna feel the shame
Some random with a pistol asks for cash outside the 7/11
But no one brings you home from upstate heaven
The exits
went higher
Bill Clinton, 42 was troubled by desire
George Bush, the son of 41 had 9-11
The first black President when Barack Obama won
'Make America
to sleep, got that killer pussy, go call the reverend
Push up the coast, watch her pussy pop in my 9-11
I'm standing tall, got me busting off like a loaded
Open my eyes at 7 this morning, yeah
Ambulances is street sweeping
Bodies up off the corner and To my surprise
I'm caught up in my existence
My time
Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like
Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
"Forty, there go
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