Lyrics:
think bout if I ever lose it
This the moment that I lock it up and throw away the keys
I might never touch the ground again and throw away my knees
I been
solace in fictitious real - the realest
thing since genuinity. Don't be offended by my songs, I didn't mean a single word. I'd disown
them in a second for
hitting 7’s, but I ain’t struck the lotto
Just blessed to see today, no guarantees tomorrow
Hoes call me say they wet, that’s why my feelings shallow
Am I
phone when
I'm trying to make music
I got my mama that's gon' step doesn't matter why
I got a daddy make me ball out every time
It could be ten seconds
came through slick swift dick
moist and lovely sex so good she say she love me
number six always trying to touch me
seven and eight i pass the pussy
bout my life
Can't keep track of the time cause every second passing by
Eye for Eye, I'm gonna see you when its time
Ride or die but you were never
out alive we won't have to get by on second chances
Then we'll never have to hide the truth
cnd we'll never give up on our youth
cnd I swear if we make
'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse, straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out
Tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed
I
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
funny how the best days of my life
Was all that wasted time
All that wasted time
Out of nowhere, it slipped away
And the rope by the river hangs
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
feel your heartbeat in mine
Together we'll conquer the world, till the end of time (yeah)
[Chorus]
I wanna spend every second by your side (ooh-yeah)
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
or seven, I could come by and
Pick you up in my car
(No substitute!) No substitute for you!
(No substitute!)
No baby there's (no substitute!) for you girl
wit it (Huh)
It's triple 7
I wear it on me don't call it a pendant (No)
And I got the powers 11
But I might turn evil don't call me a menace (Woah)
She
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap
Now that's what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah
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
7 grams of
Presidential blowin in tha wind
At 4 am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play
In my neighbor hood so what now got one
O left
him, the block's in that box on the flo'
But if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode
[announcer] New Joc City!
[computer] 10 seconds
to aggravation
I got my ears closed, back to bookin' my own shoes
Level seven eight nine - second dimension
or a pound of it
Money (7x)
Yea I kinda like the sound of it
Got a box of bullets ready to touch you pussies
Fuck around and get found bloody
Outchea
and touch it on her skin
I’ve tried giving up a thousand times but with her I just give in
‘Cause it’s Always Somethin’ and it’s far beyond me
Over my head,
harder
We touch the stars that's what they call us
We grind hard to buy the mall up
We grind hard to play harder (harder)
When we step up out of our
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