Lyrics:
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat
its token from me
Sick of tired of funerals
Im sick of rips
The only thing that bring me comfort
Is that finally at peace
You been fighting seven years
instrumental refrain.
Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals
Been plotting this shit since fucking 20 fucking 18
Ugh, shit mane plot this shit when I was 18
Plot this shit when I seven years old nigga try me
Y'all
everything to you
And you'll just listen to me
We had the best laughs, the best stories and snaps
All the video calls when we laugh about nothing
Every night I
gone kill bout me
For the love of that money i was missing meals bout it
We hit the club off that drank that bitch be real crowded
24/7 no days off
again like
It's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
- let's be friends by the fire"
Shit, it's over, nigga
Back to the script, you
Nigga born in 1972 and he's still on my ass
Seven-one, just add another one, seven-eleven shit
Seven-nothing, bitch, I'm up to somethin', tryin' to catch
Ghost or Toast bitch
I'm talking about
HooGee
Krack, krack, boo
1-19-6-2-0 from head to toe
Say SickBoy
7-6 til the world split
Man, y'all know what
anybody off for the next twenty-five fucking years
I'd just walk around going, "Hanrahan, what're you doing?" "Nothing"
"Well, keep it up, you're doing
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
zapped like Raichu
You must think I like you, bitch
I ain't nothing like you
Drive by, drive-thru, I'on really like you
Five, seven, five fuckers dead
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got (man, what bitch?)
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by
And karma's a bitch
Tired of running from demons so I went head up with the devil and then I turned into this (Screamin' What Is Love?)
So what's love give me
And karma's a b*tch
Tired of running from demons so I went head up with the devil and then I turned into this (Screamin' What Is Love?)
So what's love give me
themselves
Bloodthirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax-dodging corporations wreck havoc
Pissed off androids tired of being slaves to a godless and gutless
from
Essence about my ex wife
Doing another sad fictitious story
Nothing surprises me anymore, including this
This is what your life has come to sis?
gettin' started bitch we goin' in
Yeah, all we seein' here is wins
Nah, can't get tired let's go again
We just wanna party 'til we layin' dead
We just
particular,
Don't need to be catered, not by anyone
Right from the start, I tell you where I'm from,
Nothing at all can touch the Cali sun
Still, I wish to sail
Bitch betta have my money
Ah shit, here we go on the one y'all with nothing to clown
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word
Bitch betta have my money
Ah shit, here we go on the one y'all with nothing to clown
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word
every year I'm
Signing passes, how the fuck you let him in as soon as I get out? Bitch niggas wasn't
Fucking with him but it's gon' be me? Yeah, how it's
this bitch on a mission to get me a million bucks
I got my niggas, my brothers and we don't know nothing but run it up
Foot on the pedal and mashing it
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