Lyrics:
seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we
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
life
Chop it up to my grind
No lucky 7 on my dice
This is all by design
Blessed to live this life
Chop it up to my grind
Lucky 7 on my dice
This is all
Cheerio
I'm a hero
No De-niro
Black or red I'm at the casino
Poker or go
That's a no no
The do washed and the dope, makes them hope but I coped through
she
First she let the black pass by
And then she let the brown
But she ran to the milk-white steed
And pulled the rider down
At first he changed all
If there really is a big
Fluffy Jesus in the clouds
Let him know right now that
I take it all back
If there really is a muscular, cackling
Red Devil
black Rovers
And the goons bite like poisonous Cobras
(ahh)
Inglewood niggas, I salute hood niggas (huh)
Goons anywhere
Puttin' up at least seven numbers
day well on my way up north
(Surround the nigga) trip cut short
Standing in the middle, know I'm black till the end
Waiting, in a second now the shots
Young niggas in the clip, black nines, nothing but fire
Yeah, ay let the beat sing to 'em
Look
My brother back in jail, my songs leaking out
Little
The peasant will exit
The residence
In seven seconds
Unless they want
To taste the lead again
Enough with the pleasantries
How many yellow card
Measurements
heated, went a little too far
Had a baby on her hip by graduation
Now she's got a second home just for vacation
High class white trash
Red bottom shoes
even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that im high
Im Doin Sign Language, Screamin fuck the other side
fradulent ass niggas aint nuttin but some lies
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass
[Verse 1]
Step in the club with my air force ones
In the back of my bub, I got air force dones
Full of that red, white, and blue I'm amped up
Fake
I popped a pill
Went straight to astronomy
Pulled up in a rock fit like Bob Sagat
Sip red with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be
bricks of pure coke, white like heaven
My Mexican copped the lick, connect doing confession
Sitting in the pin, son just turned seven
I progress then
love red-bottom and gold they say queen
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love french tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that
fucked over, when stepping off in my section
More graphic than Xbox, on Fox
With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops
Fucking with a fat bop, thoed
black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
By the track wetter
The ass-spreader
I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
And I went
The second time I was the age of seven
Loren's eleven, in hindsight we learned a lesson
We ain't trippin’
Telling each other is was long gone
And its ironic
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
on black.
That's what my friends said.
Can I have my true love back?
Cause I put it all en red.
Cause I put it all on red.
Down another vestibule,
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