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Correct FGE Cypher 7 Lyrics
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[Verse 1: $avage] Yeah Cypher 7, you niggas know the fuckin' routine Mob Coming up I had it rough, yup every night I used to pray I was tryna do it big, all a nigga had was faith My bro in the cage, fightin' for us like no MMA Free the real, when they come home it's a holiday No it ain't no MILF, when this fuckin' .40 pop a pussy I ain't drinking on no milk, but I smoke a lotta cookies I just came in the game, ballin' on 'em like a rookie Shorty see me shining, she blew on me like I fuck with Tookey Money, drugs, and murder, I come from Peoria nigga And I'm not Sean Livingston but I'm a warrior nigga She thick and she bad as fuck, give me neck like I'm Dracula Come through with this .50 spittin' it's gon' be a massacre Clapping at you like a graduation once I cap 'em up Smoke a nigga like a session I ain't even pass the blunt Shooting at you like directors since you niggas acting tough Now it's ambulances backing up with bags to pack you up Ain't no question how I'm rocking we the fucking trending topic If it's beef, CP3, how I'm shooting with the rockets FGE, taking off, while you haters sitting watching Hit his teeth, with the iron like I'm golfing, get a coffin bitch [Verse 2: No Fatigue] FGE shit man, ha 'Tigue in this bitch I been grinding, feel like Weezy, I got money on my mind You know that I play to win, like it's money on the line I'm not taking disrespect, all this shit gon' get correct Know some niggas cut like chess get X'd and boxed you look connect Watch me ball just like a scout, on anyone who gon' doubt I know I'm gon' make it out, I make all my haters pout Some of my niggas move pillows like they tryna fix the couch Soon as they get that shit in, you know they gon' get it out Tried to tell 'em we don't play, that's what's tried and they failed Watch these niggas, they not real, they not built for this, they frail Bring that bullshit, and we sprayin' tryna clear the smell Y'all be the ones 12 that's singing like 112 Smart and cute with a nice body, not ball hogging couldn't pass it She was wanted just like Angela Jolie I gotta have it Used to fuck her lost connection now shit lagging guess shit happen Beat that pussy up, we go pound for pound we not dapping, uh Every beat I touch, I murder, I know the feelin Fans know when I'm on beast, like O'Neal I shall kill No sirens got a clear path headed to the top Pussy nigga might foul but he know that free shot Ball in this bitch no blender bottle Gotta thick bitch gon' bend then swallow I told bro we can't give up, I don't quit just like Apollo Creed, I know I ain't perfect I'm a sinner like MB but I still pray everyday, and not just for me [Verse 3: Talley of 300] Yeah, Talley FGE shit Look, aye, going down they throat again If they hate watch 'em swallow it hard I'm gifted as a holiday card These niggas sweeter than holiday heart Bitch I been the truth, and gon' be either when I meet God I don't speak watch the bodies I crop But don't get put in that closet it's dark So much shit follow my heart, had the heart in it That's spending they worth won't get caught in it I need everything blessed when I'm crossing it So I searched for God's power and harnessed it Faith boosting me up like a starter kit Said your word was the sword so I sharpened it Now my verse is so worth you could auction it I collect with a blame, but literally And fuck shit ain't safe if it's near to me I'm down to die for who's dear to me Hard for me to cry but it's tears in me Theres no fear in me, for every fuck nigga hearing me I drive with that steel like I'm Harry B And I pop it like a pill in me So full of rage, I cage it Only God knows how amazing Don't be a John Doe I'ma blaze him He in church only Jesus could save him I guess it's with the beat when I take him Wanna play it ain't free I'm a gamer Like 2K no 2 3 when I fade him Put that lead in his sheets and erase him Now back to that paper, aye Like schooling nigga, and I been on my A game I don't know where you been nigga I go hard as the freight train, I get shit moving nigga Don't think like I slang 'cain How your bitch tryna move in nigga And I stay fly as a crane, high as Mariah could sing And I like my dollars the same So you know I'ma grind to the grave Go axe if I slide, if I bang Bet my city won't lie on my name Even though they know how I behave They don't know we got bodies for days Rahhh! [Verse 4: Montana of 300] Pray For The Devil right on schedule they can't get me off his heels Rap God bitch and yes I get paid for the flow no water bill My shit been ill as coughing, still I'm on the road not off a pill Don't even start I'll squeeze and spark Steven Seagal I'm hard to kill I'm known to blow you all to chill get turned to fire Marshall Bill Then you'll know what I talk was real, and how inside a coffin feel And niggas know how I'm shooting, you don't want smoke like I'm Reggie Let's keep it G, you don't want beef, you don't want me like a deli I hope you ready when I slide up on your ass like a wedgie Come out the cut no machete, this bitch gon' blow like it's Becky I'm godly with the bars, like the lord was my celly I'm 'bout my cake Little Debbie, these rappers know they ain't ready They just my sons and right now I'm babying 'em like a belly They say Montana got this bitch on lock but I ain't R. Kelly Im cooler than Uncle Jessie, known to snap Fonzarelli You see the drip like I'm sweaty, you wanna jacket no Pelle I made it happen with music, pour some strings like a cello If you want war then I'm gon' draw like Triple G and Canelo I'm bringing heat like a kettle, yo ass is grass like a metal You know my metal to put niggas in the dirt like a shovel I'll take you there like a shuttle, and take your soul like a pedal Came out the hood not the ghetto and he thought he seen the Devil I shot him in both of his thighs and the knee like Carmelo I had him shaking like Jell-o then took his top off, LaMelo Squa!
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