Lyrics:
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Don't know how we made it through the night
(Come on, come on, come on)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh, baby, now what are we gonna do?
It’s dirty place… get ready for season of rains
Our rusted wheels riding around your saints
Wobble sounds - background for the messes here!
the lights on
One day you'll burn out in spectacle
Like a note 7 phone
That I'll keep my eye on
Betta keep yo eye on
Ya ya
Betta keep yo eye on
Betta keep yo
My heart goes out to old No. 7
I haven't seen you in weeks
You look good as anything that ever walked down my street
Now hold up, what's your name,
with wheels spinning
Tryna make your money stretch like you in the 7th inning
But the ends will never meet like it's always the beginning
Till He teach
between friendships
That's are sinking but I'll manage and just swim to my bed
And then snap out of it it's all in my head shit
I never gave a fuck what
Ice Bling
Flavor cold, nigga ice cream
I shine make you think
You're in an ice dream
Winter Wonderland
I'mma rubberband
Snap back.. boy he too quick
So
until the cords in
Your neck stretch and snap
But best believe the three of us
Will walk away with the last laugh
Your stance to the canvas silhouettes
dance
bitch you don't advance
twenty four seven in a trance
this your last
now you gonna feel those
we turned your song down for so many legal reasons
the whip
One hand on the wheel one hand on her
Thigh she roll up the doe doe
So we can get high ain't sticking around I'm just stopping by
Unless you gonna
Love when I roll and my hips whine
I leave the wheel baby you drive
Overnight baby we can spend time
Hypnotised by those big brown eyes
He say he like
be free
Step by step never snap never break
Keep on dreaming while awake
What's mine I'll take
My soul is young and you know it
This trip won't break
Fighting my demons one by one
Hope the club ain't recruiting when my time has come
Only 7 more years until my mind can't run
28's a nice number white
could leave a nigga sans fam
7 Sins while I'm in the mix with 7even
Brethren breathing a pack towriting the next eleven
Yo cardinals sown, brittle bones,
SEVEN WORLDS
She bought a ticket to the Ferris wheel,
off the ground, and touch the sky and feel
the wind in her hair.
She has this dream playing
Don't know how we made it through the night (c'mon c'mon c'mon)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it..)
It was
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops
Insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up
Make sure it7s air tight
E.Q. the track exact
So shit sounds right
I rhyme
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
wanna mash that
Trapstar hoodie and a snapback
I don't even smoke, but I back straps
Push up your wig and it snap back
My whole team in black cah
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
a seven, I got a bundle
I got a worker, I got a runner
She got a Birkin, I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'
First, she didn't fuck with Cocaine, she
on the wheels
Forgi the rims, right after leavin' the lot
Say he got it I seen what he got
Icy young nigga they see that he hot
I just might slap a cutter
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