Hey, hey, hey Seven days a week, every minute of the day Oh woh ho, woh ho I've been thinking about you and what you've been up to Seven days a week,
. Seven days a week, every minute of the day. Oh Whooo oh oh, Whooo oh oh. I've been thinking about you and what you've been up to. Seven days a
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Everybody wanna get down when you hear the sound And you bump the beat Three sixty-five days a year, twenty-four a day Seven days a week Now when you
, you shouldn?t have tried To dis Salt-N-Pepa 'cuz half steppers gettin? fried 'Cuz these females at five minutes a beat Is all it takes for us to take control seven days a week
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire? Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire
stop for seven red lights I jumped into water that's fifty degrees I've rowed in a kayak in thirty foot seas I've stayed in the woods for a week with a knife A
underground I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors My technique I freak seven days a week I'm undefeated
The faces wear a frown. In the heaviness of sounds. Seven days a week. To the steady disco beat. Moving and grooving. Don't you know? They want to
ain't even gotta tell you how Cash Money Roll I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control 'Cause we do shows all seven days of the week Top
all night to the sound of the ocean An' wake up in the morning, and I do it all again Seven days a week, I pay no attention I spend a lot of time with
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
players make the chords Sound awakes the devil down below Jesus and Mary And Juliet and Romeo In a movie on TV That plays seven days a week Turn off
. Miley: Daddy! There was a one and a million chance you were going to be a rockstar and that happened, there was a one in a million chance that i'd be
, seven days a week Don't you want to feel it breaking your back 'Cause the word of the lord makes me break out screaming "Storm the studio" It's genocide, can't you see? A
my lyrical skill Until, the score reaches fifty nil go Deep, right into the middle of the beat it stays Sweet, in every way, seven days a week Untied,
