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dc2trill - 7 eleven lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, see she was stalling, i pull up beside her
lil’ mokey hiding his delta milds
all grade a when i’m smoking a reefer
so many firsts, she done p+ssed off peter
i just recorded, they already leaked it
stuck in the fire, cause’ this sh+t get heated
asked for some binges, i told her to beat it
stop it, let the goods all in my closet
quay quay all on my eyelids, i know i’m the topic
how you gon’ trap on your square? he was so easy to box in
n+ggas just p+ssy like rosanne
i came back down from no man, especially cause that boy a nomad
rip vv’s, i’m pulling a [?]
cartel said [?], i’m where the lord at
he play with the trill when i sent him straight to heaven
yo boy from the runner, he at 7 +eleven, bringing the cubs back
with my boy cartel, we in 305, in maybach hatchback
f+ck n+gga, he i know well, all the drinkin’, but i text it

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah
yo, yo, f+ck your ass, b+tch ass, n+gga
hey turn, turn the microphone a little bit up
turn my mic up, turn my mic up, turn my mic up, turn my mic up, turn my mic up, n+gga
i’m a four dropper, room flipper, you a dough knocker
my ass say cut your drain, n+gga, i act like i ain’t no popper
60 baby bottles in a crib, but you won’t see no toddlers
n+ggas [?] this chain again, i’ma disappoint this father
put her on the delta flight and get some delta milds
i know this b+tch got some miles, but this b+tch h+lla stylish
i got [?] and the new bands
i bet a p+ssy n+gga won’t touch a hair off of my chitty chitty
i know this sh+t grits and gravy because i’m getting money
but i done seen the flyest n+gga, turn to uncle sonny
hit it from the back, had her running while she cumming
arms, knees, [?]

- dc2trill lyrics

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