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Eight Stops Seven

wild west With his non stop rapping and his west coast style He had the whole dang party just going wild Singing rhymes all time banging back Turning eight

got heat when the funk got wet She's the one I won't forget Got to get that funk like it ain't no sweat Like a seven eleven on a non stop street The

my world, I'm your fantasy 'Cause where you're goin' is into my world Just straight up lovin, come and, get it girl Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop

(One two three four five six seven eight nine ten) It's superficial progress, they call it liberation With opiates of silicon, big brother schemes to

muthafucka Fine, niggas don't wanna let him shine Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven

how he supposed ya know [Yo Gotti] I got sixteen 28 grams broke down to dimes What's my life like nigga its a constant grind You got seven eight or nine

, he's the 40's in hand Powercat Geronimo is in the distance The fifths are coming, the fifths are coming Hit up, lit up the blunt and I'm straight Quarter to eight

Six, all black men exempt from military service Hear my words and get nervous Seven, a quick end to police brutality Death of blacks at the hands of the P.D. Eight

' just couldn't resist I said, ?Please stop bitin', please don't imitate? But they kept on bitin', so there's now there's eight Eight whack crews' poppin