Lyrics:
you back to campus by 7
Make it to class
22 last year at med school aye
Your ex tripping baby he a damn fool right
Let 'em see it,
You ain't sad as he
Mademha tdhawi lel barani wena matdhawini
Zid fi wejhi ta3mini ma7ashtish ta3tini
ken lviza f passpori tkafini
No5rej wnaraj3 houny jamais c'est fini
3ady
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
These guys wan be my bredren
Tell em no way
This girl wan be my second
Tell her no way
They clout chase for attention
Tell em no way
No way, no way
second
Irish exit out the back without text
Cause you have to big yourself up
Way to easy to be hard on yourself always
Cause it’s no place to live
Verse. 2
1. Way too up Imma Living Legend
I can feel the high Imma need a second
2. Finna layover till the next connection, Lost in the clouds think I’m
celebration of you
Shawty Ima raise a glass,
Here's a toast to the ladies with class,
I see you babe
Saying hey-ey-ey
I love the way she make
Girl
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Let me tell you bout a girlie who went by the name of Annabel
This ain't one that's for the weak so skip if you can't handle well
5'2 blonde hair
desk/ so did he didn’t break my neck/ I got taken/ into the hall n yelled at/ by that Dyke bitch Miss Keaton/ nothin happened to the bully/ no punishment/
around the corner?
You want to see the real wicked shit, where the wicked at?
Channel 2, 4 and 7, they be kickin that
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no
myself, if I, could (Pow!)
Yeah you're lookin' at a mafakkin' bitch ass
Second -class (Uh), empathetic (Yah)
No, I don't care, 'bout your aesthetic
I'm
me young nigga get paid no matter what the cost
7.62 rounds, gon' knock a nigga off
Said take the trip by yourself, that way no one'll talk
Pussy
Just to prove that I hit
Shit that ain’t no savvy shit
SWOL
She called me at 7 and said
Can we meet at 8?
She ask if I’m hungry
I put her on a plate
See
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
Shurly a sign on the moon in the sky
Tame a racoon with my buddhist inside
End of sesion my tu-tor starts to cry
No espanol' stuck in this little mind'
Im
And the dwarfs of falseness throw mud at your back
Guided by spells from the old seer's hands
You're suffering pain only steel can stand
Stay well on your way
through so much shit and more
Since the start of Year 7 (it's crazy)
And I’m thanking God that I’m breathing
No less than a second
When I walk in
to be
Is left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me
No, no, no (ahh)
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty
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