Lyrics:
(Ty Beats)
I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell my niggas quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Never
You've been holding a light
All in my space
All in my face
Hoping I'm high as a kite
I guess either way
I'm catching a case
Without even causing
up in catching clout
Got more dubs when I regained
I fought with the ones around
Bitch I work like, crop field slaves
Pick of the litter, can't kill
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
you can keep ignoring
Side
He's my best friend!
By side
Second best!
By side
Never a bother
Seven times a godfather
Year after year
the Hennessey Venom F5. The Hennessey Venom F5 is powered by a 7.4-liter V8 engine that generates 1,817 horsepower and 1,193 lb-ft of torque. The car can go from
there's an old, old crippled grandfather. Second, there's a mentally handicapped person in a wheelchair.
Alison: What's mentally handicapped?
Teacher:
And mutterings, and thunders
And before it burned seven lamps
Which are the seven spirits of God
Facing it was a whole sea of glass, like crystal
And in
We talk about it
You you never seem to understand me
Not catching feelings
Can we just keep it fancy?
You wanna drink or a bottle?
Long as you keep it
ain't even famous want 7 seconds like a vine is
I had been running it back
Run it I'm running it back
Told em they counting my stats
I had been running
keeping me sane
This is real this not for no one on their seven seconds of fame
This is
Loyalty over
Everything
I be dishing out my blood
I be dishing out
a lesson you were
Thought this would last forever
Turns out that it was never
Seven seconds till you let my heart break and three more till you walk away
How's mom first of all
How's your mental second of all
Third how's life sir
Time traveling my body stays put
Let my psyche drift off for a jiff
But
autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg, name's
goddamn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg,
in all that grime? You have got The Clairvoyant, Prisoner, Heaven
Can Wait, released the 7th of November 1988 chart position number six! Yes!
like
Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second
Make dirt, day Heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder
Spray seven at your back
it
And I never answer calls unless they talkin' seven digits
So, I'm the truth you aint neva gotta question
Thank the lord for my blessings
Never came
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
We was peaking in 7-11
Been having hoes
Since 7 in heaven
I'm just expressin'
What I'm feeling
You come second
I gotta put me first
I'm casket clean
suit
On the eighth day of Gragglemas, my Graggle gave to me
Eight Graggle emails, seven letters in Graggle
Six divided by two Graggle hairs, five hit
I love you
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Seems that sixty seconds got together
And they decided to become a minute
Sixty minutes
seven ak forty seven's (Clap clap)
Send yo black ass to Heaven (Blap blap)
Two more times for speaking your mind
Tech nine's extra clips and a beam
All
seek to find until your dying
'Cause I got too much to stay awake for
To sleep or even take four seconds out the game it's time to wage war
Scissors,
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