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nyte mayer - 7:30 lyrics

[chorus: russell! & dao kahn]
pull out the loud, bring out the piff
smoke up the function, ah sh-t
boy what the time is? you got my wylin’
i’m on some f-ck sh-t aye, aye
7:30, sh-t get crazy, 7:30, sh-t get crazy
7:30, sh-t get crazy, 7:30, sh-t get crazy
pull out the loud, bring out the piff
smoke up the function, ah sh-t
boy what the time is? you got my wylin’
i’m on some f-ck sh-t aye, aye
7:30, sh-t get crazy, 7:30, sh-t get crazy
7:30, sh-t get crazy, 7:30, sh-t get crazy

[ verse 1: russell!]
weezy, weezy, now i’m her f-ckin’ baby
i can never let a f-ckboy play me
glammed out like the f-ckin’ 80s
since a f-ckin’ youngin’ i said, “f-ck you, pay me”
i do record like i’m martin scorsese (say-z)
if i die you couldn’t recreate me
your wife gave you slops but she wanna wake me
i was raised with nothing so i’m gonna take it
i got the deuce, i spark the fumes, i get the place lit
you tried to talk, you got caught up, now you got your face hit
i see the lies, i see the truth, i know you ain’t sh-t
you ain’t what you preach, ain’t what you stunt, boy go and face it
smack a f-cker up, hear his face clap
punch me in the face but i ate that, ah sh-t
we don’t talk sh-t, we don’t godsend
we don’t [?], we dont rate that, ah sh-t
run up on a ninja then he spray back
let a boy know where his place at, ah sh-t
you a little b-tch, get away jack, talk sh-t
get hit, asap, asap, asap

[verse 2: dao kahn]
that’s right, this that cash life
this that fast life, racin’ til i crash
tryna find my past life
smash the g-ss, do the dash
crew masks like who dat?
you lucky if we leave you blue and black
won’t know nothing, if you knew that
they wouldn’t see this coming, can’t let these leaches profit
pull out the reefa and smoke it while we talkin’ lethal options
we in the docks splittin’ the guap
apartments in cities that we never walked
whip out the sauce, heat up the wok
we bout to cook this sh-t up on the spot
f-ck all the reasoning, f-ck with the fam
make sure you never breathe again
call me the little man
but all of these digits say i be the bigger man
i know some realer mans
wipe all the prints and leave you in the river man
i need another band
cause we bout to slap after crashing this landing

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