Lyrics:
I'm immune
Wake up at 8, I'm done swiping by noon
I'm just in tune
Your new man a
Oh, oh
That bitch think I owe her, I think she insane
I think that
Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing
ain't finna drive
Doggy whip a 1971, he movin' ill-advised
Seventy-two, I think 'bout seven two and I look in the sky
Today's forecast's seventy-three
Getting blazed Erryday like a Rasta
Aye Hey
We getting high high
My Nigga more Fiah Yeah Man
We getting high in other word's
We getting by blunt after blunt
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seal
You know God walked down in the cool of the day, called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer, because he's
the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seal
You know God walked down in the cool of the day, called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer, because he's
And she like how I stroke
I'm goin seven rounds
Like one two three four five six seven rounds rounds
I'm goin seven rounds
Like one two three four five six
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
And Alice helped Mary to keep herself in control
She taught her to not be stubborn but warm and natural
So Mary thought she was all good
Until she met Lex
He
her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way
need a angel by yo side
When them prayers come in light, cuz them devils lurkin'
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know
I got the plan, man, meet me in the van
I got this kid from the Sudan bringin tecs from Iran (uh-huh)
Chorus
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so
tri9i ghi zid
A world with no real limits oh my god ouh
Zahya 7did o bitches in my rides ouuuh
Money ain't a problem we be living by night
Don't let no
M-M-Mary Poppins
Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss
How to come through with seven coats of the gloss
Show you how to be the man, show you how
Man
I'm a Trouble Man
I'm a Trouble Man
Having the shine is like a
Moment in time and you
Can't press rewind when the lights go out
Yea I remember
for him
Hops in the seven
He gets six figures
When he gets off at five
I'm what he's hungry for
Three little letters and I'm in the mood (in
Yeah
Yeah man
In the streets
Surrounded by some thieves
We married to the game
My wife is fucking loitering
Got my goons, got'em
Silver spoons agh
man
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8s, 2-0-2's
I send small cities and states I-O-U's
9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5
I'll jump off the G4, we can meet
the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy LORD
I pray my sins go away
Da b3n na m3y3 yeii
Da B3n na m3y3 yeii
Me nyame boa me ooo
Yeah Burn
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy
are ten, for mi say
Seven an' three are ten
Jah man, mi say, no virgin no have sex again
For, as dem a ten, dem a look a boyfriend
(Hey-a)
For, mi say
the track
It's not a trivial pursuit
It's a matter of facts
Please have your pen and paper ready
The facts will commence in 3 2 1
Facts
Black-thighed
n
Young boy burden on my head
Fa wo manna no bi mane y3n
I can't be alone by myself in this world
Risky I'm not taking that
The pain the agony on my chest
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