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7xs - racing lyrics

[chorus]
pull up on my block i swear you’ll be racing (oh)
i got a gun, it got trace rounds
devil’s bullet but it’ll send you to heaven, if you wanna taste you get shake down (yeah, yeah)
007’s my name now
feeding your b+tch with some d+ck now (let’s go)
she happy you dead, she got a man
she got a man she could take now
pull up on my block, i swear you’ll be racing (racing)
i got a gun, it got trace rounds (yeah)
devil’s bullet but it’ll send you to heaven, if you wanna taste you get shake down (let’s go)
007’s my name now (yeah)
feeding your b+tch with some d+ck now (what?)
she happy you dead, she got a man
she got a man she could take now (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 1]
i was like joking with them
they were like brother, man, go back and double your cup
this ain’t no passover
i’ve been serving you food and drinks like ten, my g, it’s a passover
time is the remedy, uh
did it with energy, right now she ask for a chemistry
pull up in a new bugatti
and b+tches start texting you back like you ball with the hennessy
f+ck what they think
n+gga, i’m fly, n+gga, i’m high
i did it better than trey in a song
all of you rappers are dead in a clip to my head
’cause you hoes are all dead in a flash
f+ck what you say
i am the king
shame to you rappers who diss for a clout
’cause clout ain’t no way
just to blow, so homie be calm and you glow
i came from the streets, no time to slumber
fixing her pipe no call me plumber
young n+gga here and i chase the honda
in my own accord i don’t need no trauma
cash out things, i’m on a yagi level
oya shoki this, you go dey backy devil
selling weed with my eyes closed
n+ggas say i’m broke, .44 my level
but no time to be cheffing up a .22 gauge
’cause a bandaman you never have to get loose
on streams of water and i flow on the loube
daily duppy with chris but no brown that i, ayy
like what ya gon’ say if you handle my py?
big wagwan, why ya purple and nice?
only do bbg when she handle my price like spike, no magic like mike
[chorus]
pull up on my block i swear you’ll be racing (oh)
i got a gun, it got trace rounds
devil’s bullet but it’ll send you to heaven, if you wanna taste you get shake down (yeah, yeah)
007’s my name now
feeding your b+tch with some d+ck now (let’s go)
she happy you dead, she got a man
she got a man she could take now
pull up on my block, i swear you’ll be racing (racing)
i got a gun, it got trace rounds (yeah)
devil’s bullet but it’ll send you to heaven, if you wanna taste you get shake down (let’s go)
007’s my name now (yeah)
feeding your b+tch with some d+ck now (what?)
she happy you dead, she got a man
she got a man she could take now

[verse 2]
i got it like sinzu money
i’m moving so clean like i’m dripping honey (drip, drip)
my n+ggas be eating well, hold the bread
play a game, you see red, that’s what funny
i f+ck a b+tch, f+ck her sister, f+ck her mom
end of the day they wanna turn on their belly (yeah)
okay, okay, okay, okay
r.i.p, that’s to god, me and my brothers on god
commit a crime
say a prayer, say it to the lord
say it to the lord
say a prayer, say it to the lord
say it to the lord
[chorus]
pull up on my block i swear you’ll be racing (oh)
i got a gun, it got trace rounds
devil’s bullet but it’ll send you to heaven, if you wanna taste you get shake down (yeah, yeah)
007’s my name now
feeding your b+tch with some d+ck now (let’s go)
she happy you dead, she got a man
she got a man she could take now
pull up on my block, i swear you’ll be racing (racing)
i got a gun, it got trace rounds (yeah)
devil’s bullet but it’ll send you to heaven, if you wanna taste you get shake down (let’s go)
007’s my name now (yeah)
feeding your b+tch with some d+ck now (what?)
she happy you dead, she got a man
she got a man she could take now

[outro]
yeah
let’s go
racing, yeah
let’s go
yeah (yeah)
what? (yeah)
let’s go
grr

- 7xs lyrics

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