like he the real deal Just 'cause he wit Missy and Tim In the new Benz on 'em twenty inch rimz Grinnin' from ear to ear Got all them lil' bitches 'round him Kresha and Kesha and them I hope
, paralized, mud slides, excuses, that are made up, can't focus, I hang out wit, commrads an cromies, dudes an boys an, mutha fuckaz juss betta hope
over me A lifetime of scrutiny And the words just don't equate With sense or sanity anymore 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Faces and the names Shattered hopes
to breathe and still they do their best They want to live no matter for how long Their thoughts all disappeared 'Cause now they're really scared 7 horses
to breathe and still they do their best They want to live no matter for how long Their thoughts have disappeared 'cause now they're pretty scared 7
tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me Don't grin on
[Chorus: woman singing - repeat 4X] Take a look in my life and see what I see.. [Yo Gotti] M-E-M-P-H-I-S 3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7 shady vista, segshaw lane
You know what? Got something to say Yeah, Craig David 7 Days, check it out, yeah On my way to see my friends Who lived a couple blocks away from me As
's fo fo clicking and this Soldier that's so infamous Po' mixed wit a rich nigga soul Been ripping this shit since this little piggy was ya toe Hope my
world of our own Don't you wanna come, ride with us? Come on, ride with us Ride with us down 7 mile Niggas with rocky city tattoos on their forearms Niggas throwin' their 7
girl 1 and you brought 2 friends, okay 3 more, now hop in the Benz 4 door, do you know the difference between a 5, 6, 7, 8? All the mocha lattes, you
sip So I can lean in my cut dogg Eyes focused on pussy Run some G on a damn broad I'm with Bun and Mike Gizzle Sippin and dippin til atleast 7 in the
a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over Hoping you fall for the bait
wig'll get peeled Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse Since 7 o'clock, she been
she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus', waiting for the bus The fagot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80
junk And then I bang, bang, the bump The bump girl My name is Apples and I rock your world Worldwide, do your math 30, 26, 36 and a 1/2 I hope that you
looking hesitant So keep all that wackness out my ear (Phew, phew, phew) That's the sound of your career in my hood [Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes] I hope you
, just got off a flight But that don't stop me, who? Not me Pop 1 bottle, pop 2, bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P., 7, 8, 9, naw, they all dimes