Lyrics:
find me a freaky ass ho
I'm tired of a bitch who won't suck dick
I need some head and I mean hella quick
Yeah, I got it 105th
This bitch named
nothing to it
There go the 60's, motherfucker good luck
(Welcome to California bitch)
They were the 60's, motherfucker good luck
From the corner where that
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
I'm a whole lot mo
Than a bad bitch
Or a nothing ass ho
Who don't have shit
Call me Cardi, Call me Megan
Call me savage
But don't call me
Unless
change
I'm tired of crackers, I'm tired dealing with you racist bastards
Salty-asses, can't focus on nothing else but me
I'm tired of haters frightened
money control my whereabouts
About a year from now I'm tryin' to break that new McLaren out
Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one
Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With
ain’t nothing but the latest
She’ll be coming if I say it
Hold up
She tired of faking
Hold up
She tired of waiting
Hold up
I’m tryna save it
Hold up
It’s
ain’t nothing but the latest
She’ll be coming if I say it
Hold up
She tired of faking
Hold up
She tired of waiting
Hold up
I’m tryna save it
Hold up
It’s
die
And ain't killing nothing
Sticks getting loaded
Bullets getting wiped off (Clips)
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
I'm tired of ribbing
tired of the suffering (everybody's tired)
First it was the quarantine and Black Lives Matter (pay attention)
Now back to the quarantine and black lives
let's get em
I got shooters by my side that shoot like mellow
Call broem double M gonn shred em
We that big fourteen two seven
I get nothing but green
floatin'
Gimme, gimme, gimme one year, I'ma own it
I got cheese, I got bread
I got everything between
I'll take a vegan bitch and
I give her protein
Pass it
to three or three to eleven
Eleven to seven
Well I worked shift work
For ten years man, I hated that work
Then I made a break with the money I saved
retarded
And the rims by Asanti, but the shades by Bulgari
Hand on my strap, I got my mind on my money
Plus if my mind on dine, he ain't takin' nothing
that why your girl got swept by a dude like a 3
He's a 3/10 bitch
あのね、お前たちを殺す
冗談ですよ、ミグメさん
復讐なんて、要らないです
それは、運命が決めることだから
Yeah my parents were beefing,
YNKD: "YNKD here with ClosedCasketNews
Reporting live with Asheville
Rapper 7ELIX aka the Illest how's it going?
7ELIX: "Just glad to be here, my man
double takes
Too much make up on your face
Can't believe we're in this place
Separate by just time and space
Post a picture on the gram
Nothing real is
the best
Been spittin' since gutter days, now my bitch wearing a dress
Watching the ferries go by
The way that we eat, man, they know that we high
Man, they
instrumental refrain.
Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals
Way 2
Bitch
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Meet me at da corner store
I'm juugin' I just made a play
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
I make one phone call
To my young niggas
They'll
that I'm tossing out
All I hear is big talk about small shit that I highly doubt
Every year like don't you ever get tired of ya own fucking mouth
Spadey
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