SeVen1 - Window lyrics

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SeVen1 - Window lyrics

[Intro: Malcolm X] Brothers and Sisters, Friends And I see some enemies In fact I think we'd be fooling ourselves if we had an audience this large And didn't realize that there were some enemies present This is part of whats wrong with you! You do too much singing Today its time to stop singing and start swinging You can't sing up on freedom, but you can swing up on some freedom Ca**ius Clay can sing But singing didn't help him to become the heavyweight champion of the world Swinging helped him become heavyweight champion of the world [Verse 1: Dion Jetson] Boy you sweeter than a Georgia peach How you got the nerve to even mention Meech Young boy from the south side but I swear my words got some reach Peak in my window my young boys rock yo a** to sleep Stand they ground like Zimmerman if I ever see him put him in a bag Drop it off at the mosque tell Muhammad I just checked a bag Swear I got a little money now but I'm still eating on hoe toy Going so hard this summer that these hoes gon call me oh boy And I'm Cam only That means in the man only (Dipset) Only time I'm coming in second, is to fam only These n***as finito Like when Mike went from the free throw cuz I'm standing here at the peephole And I'm tryna keep it peaceful But I'm Malcolm with that peace hoe If these n***as think it's sweet tho I'll put his brains on the window Leave his life in a limbo Like when them f** boys shot Ricky out that Pinto Now his mama in a limo Taking L's like she was Kimbo Dressed in all black With white doves as a symbol [Hook: Dion Jetson] Jugging out the window Finessing out the window f** boys out the window Push Knicks out the window Understand my lingo Don't plotting on my sh** hoe I ain't playing that sh** tho Now I'm Malcolm at the window, bang Threw a deuce to my kinfolk, gang Now I'm Malcolm at the window, bang Threw a deuce to my kinfolk, gang Now I'm Malcolm at the window, bang [Verse 2: SeVen1] They throwing flowers at my feet Thumbing checks so I missed yo lil tweet The old heads want me dead in a week Better chance of sweeping sand off a beach They call me mr. Adams Problems I don't @ them If its problems then I'm at them I'm ah dog let me at 'em Like knock knock, who's there, room service AK with the knife on it make the room nervous I ain't a new person But these shorties dumb and I'm Sarabi pops so I'm not for none Still EastSide, still PocketTown, still gang sh** You a lame n***a, new Drose, you just push nicks I got 25 of the 25's No shuck and jive f** a black face Where the suit case Where the green backs Them Tubmans boy I need all that Aye! If you don't like it p**y sue me f** ya baby mama then I add her to my group me aye [Hook: Dion Jetson] Jugging out the window Finessing out the window f** boys out the window Push Knicks out the window Understand my lingo Don't plotting on my sh** hoe I ain't playing that sh** tho Now I'm Malcolm at the window, bang Threw a deuce to my kinfolk, gang Now I'm Malcolm at the window, bang Threw a deuce to my kinfolk, gang Now I'm Malcolm at the window, bang

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