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luh tyler - 7 am in munich lyrics

[intro: luh tyler]
yeah, n+gga
ayy, ayy
phew, phew
skii
gang, gang
yeah

[verse 1: luh tyler]
i ain’t tryna do a thing but keep on runnin’ it up
i see they got a couple bucks, they still ain’t f+ckin’ with us
even the fans are switchin’ up, i can’t give no one my trust
i told that b+tch she for the streets, so i can’t put her in cuffs
she see these diamonds and the cheese, i bet she lettin’ me crush
stop all that beefin’ ’bout the cheese, you n+ggas be doin’ too much
mix the grabba with the weed, n+gga, i ain’t smokin’ no dutch
i’m tryna smoke the pain away, i just been rollin’ it up
did this sh+t all by myself, no, i don’t owe these n+ggas nothin’
we already know how this sh+t get, that’s why bro rollin’ with his gun
man, i been countin’ up all these blues, this sh+t been f+ckin’ with my thumb
you’d think my n+ggas was in a band how they bе poppin’ out with drums

[chorus: kodak black]
ain’t nothin’ like them lame n+ggas who bе going through your stuff
b+tch, i ain’t gon’ trip, it’s all the same, bae, if you don’t let me f+ck
i ain’t bring the sh+t in this cave ain’t for nothin’, i’ma dump
just waitin’ on a n+gga to say my name, he gettin’ flushed
i feel asleep on the toilet, early all the way to morning
i don’t remember being sober like i don’t think ’bout my organs
you already know i snuck the dope in, got the wock’ way in poland
ain’t gon’ fake it ’til you make it, they gon’ hate ’cause you chosen
[verse 2: luh tyler]
uh, i told my n+gga to stack them bands and i’ma stack ’em up with you
i told lil’ yak, “you gotta keep puttin’ on for all the young n+ggas”
how the f+ck my diamonds flashin’? i ain’t takin’ no picture
my n+ggas been about that action, the way they ride with them pistols
if she ain’t tryna let me f+ck, i just might try it with her sister
they say i should’ve been a ref’, i swear the kid so official
do my thing real quick, then cut her off, i bet she gon’ miss me
off that drink, i got her out her drawers, think she a lil’ tipsy
got a pocket full of blues on me, them b+tches so crispy
yeah, n+gga, i swear i ain’t been broke in a minute
i’m from florida where we wear cubans and take trips to the dentist
i turned into a boss, can’t take a loss ’cause i’m winning

[chorus: kodak black]
ain’t nothin’ like them lame n+ggas who be going through your stuff
b+tch, i ain’t gon’ trip, it’s all the same, bae, if you don’t let me f+ck
i ain’t bring the sh+t in this cave ain’t for nothin’, i’ma dump
just waitin’ on a n+gga to say my name, he gettin’ flushed
i feel asleep on the toilet, early all the way to morning
i don’t remember being sober like i don’t think ’bout my organs
you already know i snuck the dope in, got the wock’ way in poland
ain’t gon’ fake it ’til you make it, they gon’ hate ’cause you chosen

[verse 3: kodak black & luh tyler]
you get that skrilla, n+gga, don’t blow it, these hoes be goin’ already
told luh tyler, “lil’ dog, you gotta stack your money like perry”
you better be standin’ on your sh+t when them accounts timed out
and i don’t give a f+ck, you better not ever tell a b+tch what you got
and i don’t give a f+ck, you better not ever show your left with your right
and i don’t give a f+ck, you better not ever let ’em play with you twice
[outro: luh tyler]
n+gga
yeah, ayy
phew, skii

- luh tyler lyrics

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