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Shit, I guess they want some mo'
Bitch
Now slyde, Bitch(x7)
Criss cross, step right
Slyde, now I'm jiggin' it
Lean left, rock right
Wipe me down in
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
when the Xanny's don't work
And he panic, ears ringing, when you call he can't hear you
Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview
Something
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I'm on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than
of the heavens, running out of time like it's 5 to 11
Looking at my chakras counting the 7
Looking at the light on my crown I'm a fight any force that will threaten
what you do
Y'all busters trippin'
Like twenty four seven
Baby three six five
I see the reaper round the corner in a queens disguise
So alluring super
The way you're treated is dependent on your race (That's true)
Channel 7 on the news spread lies
We innocent but our colour is the crime
Racial tension
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
second guessed, but guess what this is
That’s right– you getting cut
Let me tell ya a story about that one guy that came by
He was a guy from around
(Count up sum blessings)
I jus be high feel alive in this bitch wait a minute I need me a second
Ain no emotion or smile on my lip either way she be callin
Yo, it goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
To the, tick-tock yah don't
It's only me again and I'm back with the second storm
Creating a world wind in the form of my second born
Lighting, thunder, hail between
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
Why every time we get together you just get high?
Why every night we plan a movie you just get high?
Won't you talk to me
Replay this seven days
Every night
By your side
Seven years from now
Whatever we say
Whatever we do
Nobody can tell
Seven years from now
Forgotten and gone
Forsaken for long
like wary because like studio time is money and it makes me all anxious
And
Right, right, yeah, but just do me a favour for a second, you can stay in
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
[I - The forbidden words]
[II - Incantation]
[III - Passage of time]
[IV - The silent threat]
[V - Archilles heel]
[VI - Covenant of souls]
[VII -
[I - The forbidden words]
[II - Incantation]
[III - Passage of time]
[IV - The silent threat]
[V - Archilles heel]
[VI - Covenant of souls]
[VII -
a second, we'll do it again
Counting by 10's
Is like having lots of money to spend
10, 20, 30, 40
50, 60 ,70, 80
90, 100
7, 17, 27, 37
47, 57, 67
77, 87, 97,
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7
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