Lyrics:
in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho.
Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always told
til the end do us part
You’re mine
Lovely can I get your number
Can I just get something bout
Ya for me to remember
Promise I won’t waste ya time like
ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Nine, six, seven till the day I die
I told you I'ma ride, seven, eight or forty nine
We at the park
But didn't
KIDS so closer
Since ya' left from us
I Love You, ain't no changing that
I will give my life for yours if it brings you back
You're my Lily in the Valley
best friend
This is where I lost a second head
She told me she was moving away
While we were having lunch
Surrounded by squirrels and lame children
I
from a group that large. All of you over here,you 7,
Bad Words. That's what they told us they were, remember?
"That's a bad word!" No bad words, bad
big boy, still avoid my problems now,
Hey,
So many things we gotta talk about,
How them 3 words slipped right outside ya mouth,
cnd then these 7
Hey, nah ya goin miss up on the G-Funk era,
Ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
But
that has put us 13 billion miles off course.
KWIRK
Well, good heavens, Smock, why wasn?t I told him this earlier? This is the Captain speaking,
gettin better
Boogers all in ya bezel
Go head mash the petal
I told you hold it down and girl
You’ll be my bitch forever
Ayetime I speak you cry
You won’t
a feeling that, if I love you back, you would love me too
Take view to Ibiza
We gon' stay up and make love for seven days
Bag gyal, I told ya I'm already
Second story you told me
Got me fucked up
If it weren't for this motherfucker
You'd be fine
And it's shitty to think
This verse can apply
To like 7
sneak yo ass for the sentence end
How I came up get it how ya live ya gotta get it in
If I'm ever lacking wanna run up get poked Inna chin
Up it first why
Niggas got me on my Brooklyn shit
Aye, what I told 'em? I said
Being hot get you the MVP
Stayin' hot get you the Hall Of Fame
It's Loso (Brooklyn
or rather show and prove
Of made up gank moves and foolish fairy tales
said by sissies, to snatch the record sales
So when you see me just say I told ya
My
It's His reality that welcomes us back.
Trust and obey.
There is no other way.
No other way.
There is no other way.
Entertaining angels
By the light
being ignored and pushed
Around by the label
They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way
give the ops more credit than what's deserved like y'all ain't suited up at 30 past 7 up in the church
And I don't come in second or third only time is
chosen they path and to us they are foes
ALL DAY
Nigga that's what we worth 24/7 nigga that's what he learned
My mind my soul that shit come first
WHOO
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
and boom at ya mans he aint walkin now
(Lil Bitch)
For the first couple seconds
He Prolly forgot that he dont have his weapon
Back on the block i do not
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya D's out
Breathe in,
joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
off in the water,
Me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?
Justthe two of us. Justthe two of us
Just you and I.
Justthe two of us.
See
Discuss these first ya told us by 7 seconds Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In