| Seventy-Seven
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| The department, deadly agents, beauty pageants, and I skip some
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| You ain’t eating with the man if you ain’t get nothing
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| I need income, revenue
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| Look, don’t call me a nigga unless you are my nigga
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| Spit some on your face in any case of figure
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| Unfolding all your carpets, I’m about to step
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| My presence is an event every time, working
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| Right around the clock, right around the clock
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| Right around the clock, right around the clock
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| Tic, tac, you sleeping but the snooze coming
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| The seasoning is secret when I cook something
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| Mix the bass with the juice, add that sauce, that’s the proof
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| (Don't doubt it) I’m that nigga
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| (Don't doubt it) I’m that nigga
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| (Don't doubt it) Fix your face I’m just getting started
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| Seventy-Seven, the department
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| Got the level that’s the hardest to be obtained
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| Angolano-Braziliano, issa cocktail
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| Every opp breath tells you how my cock smell
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| Bear a flag on my back, 66 million
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| Ain’t no rookie, I’m the newbie who will prospect
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| Featuring your bitch
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| '97 ever since, feel the juice coming
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| Right around the clock, right around the clock
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| Right around the clock, right around the clock
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| Tic, tac, you sleeping but the snooze coming
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| The seasoning is secret when I cook something
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| Right around the clock, right around the clock
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| Right around the clock, right around the clock
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| Tic, tac, you sleeping but the snooze coming
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| The seasoning is secret when I cook something
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| Let it rest a little bit so they can understand the switch… ok
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| Born in the middle of human rubbish
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| Hereditary dirt that I didn’t inherit, family had a different luggage
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| See the opps as reconstructed food, mortal nuggets
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| The deepest side of you you tryna hide might resurface
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| For people that you thought with all your heart that they was worth it
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| See that’s the biggest issue of niggas who’s going public
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| We often go from being the masters to being puppets
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| Do it all for coins like your time was at your service
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| Wanna find the money way before you find your purpose
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| You’re the type of nigga bringing demons to our churches
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| But you are still the nigga everybody here is trusting
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| You’re a villain despite yourself nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seventy-Seven , by - Gracy Hopkins. Song from the album ENCORE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп