24/7 by Vontaesinsane Lyrics
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Quote from the song “24/7” by Vontaesinsane
Intro:
You talking to the Rolex wearing
Diamond ring wearing
Kiss stealing
Wheeling dealing
Limousine ridin
Jet flying
Son of a gun
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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “24/7”
- Produced: GasStation
- Written: Vontaesinsane
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Additional Information About the Sample “24/7”:
- Produced: GasStation rn
- Written: Vontaesinsane
Perfect Lyrics of the Song “24/7” Released in 2019
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Intro:
You talking to the Rolex wearing
Diamond ring wearing
Kiss stealing
Wheeling dealing
Limousine ridin
Jet flying
Son of a gun
"bitch"
"Gas Station"
Verse 1:
24/7 ain't ducking the ops
Nah nigga ion speak to the cops
You was real till I came to yo block
That bitch a model she dropping the top
Do the dash bitch I skrt out the lot
Sprain my wrist I was scrappin the pop
You too broke you can't come in my spot
They giving me praise and I feel like a god
I remember banging keep me a rod
Run in yo shit and we making it hot
Serving junkies gotta keep me a pot
I was that young nigga with a mop
Nigga ran up all he seen was a dot
This rap shit is working I'm changing my plot
But if this shit fail ima kick at yo spot
Free that boy Sito he stacking the guap
I'm getting rich VVS on my clock
Too many moves now I can't even talk
Fucked on yo bitch you can tell by her walk
Flying so high and I feel like a hawk
She call my phone I'm like what do you want?
Bitch
She call my phone I'm like what do you want?
Outro:
24/7 ain't ducking the ops
Nah nigga ion speak to the cops
You was real till I came to yo block
That bitch a model she dropping the top
Do the dash bitch I skrt out the lot
Sprain my wrist I was scrappin the pop
You too broke you can't come in my spot
They giving me praise and I feel like a god
I remember banging keep me a rod
Run in yo shit and we making it hot
Serving junkies gotta keep me a pot
I was that young nigga with a mop
Nigga ran up all he seen was a dot
This rap shit is working I'm changing the plot