Текстове на песни:
Seven Come Back To Me

is Saturday And Sunday comes after ... wards I don't want this weekend to end R-B, Rebecca Black So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat) In the back seat (In the back

Yo, really let me roll some weed Mad charged nigga now I must proceed Yo, we 'bout to make you set speed Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed Watch me

earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to

my flow Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, decadence mind Seven sins, the abomination, I'm That nigga, last nigga, street mack Hot is my strap, wet is your back

This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me Without respect from streets So I don't claim be the hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slippin',

back from the riot Claimed he ain't never seen a nigga like that With Don and Cletus, we stepped about seven for two And I'm the meanest motherfucker

'm dwarfin' All competitors better get your girlfriend in check It's psychological warfare, endorphin's I effect Your self-esteem shatters as dialect Comes blastin' out your deck, she loves me

it 'til she sing a Bob Marley yet I like the way she keep it tight like she celibate She have me acting like a bedroom degenerate Turn on the charm and me

doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch I'm going back in Okay,