Lie, lie to my face Tell me it ain't nothing That's what I wanna hear Take the lie to the grave That's what an old friend told me Look what it did for
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Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit
Ooh, well I got a girl with a record machine When it comes to rockin' she's the queen We love to dance on a Saturday night All alone where I can hold
there's room for improvement Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement Seven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven
Undeas Lil' Ceaser, Queen Bee That's me Check it, Lil' Kim Yo, I'll be buyin' MV's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
we make a sex tape Flood it on the internet, put it on my Myspace Gucci got a big stick, make ya sing my ad libs, yeah But you gotta be a queen bitch
I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to
your car, and calm Call me in the 7th song Regime, you can't get in the battle zone (Chorus) (Bizzy) I see no black queen, nigga searched it
I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum Gettin fed by my music and it's all clean work And the used to be prom queen is a Walgreens clerk I
rovers Diamond crooks takin' it over With razors and cutters, with the sugar and butters Pimp the seasons in leathers We live for coolie high treasures and Check the queen
drink away the pain Tommy Hil was my nigga and other's couldn't figure How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven
m a lazy sd A no feelings A no feelings For anybody else Except for my self Turn the page and it's The scoop of the century Dont wanna be l seven I
what you go and do Do that thing it's on you Walked in the spot and I already picked one My idea for the night is to get one Or two, or three, five, six, seven
lover, keep on Doing your damn thing, my lover, keep on Making me sing this song about you No captain save her, my moor dawdle goings The genie in a bottle, lucky sevens
'm runnin' with the green eyed B A N D I T, and def squad camp Here's your def jam tickets and your autograph Now haul ass, I got a meetin' 'bout seven
