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whiterosemoxie - 7seven7 lyrics

[verse 1]
tired of trying to find a way
i’m trying to get them to treat me like how my title say
so many things i got to say
not a lot of time to get my family to bahamas need to find a place
so bad i might just buy it, d+mn, i’m really on designer things
i’m a frequent flyer keep they hands up like it’s tsa
i can’t even imagine how you feel, now set you free away
i guess that that’s just usa
they book me quick and keep me late
these girls like rings on me
they like rings on me, huh
when i woke up this morning thought i had wings on me, huh, yeah
do what i want boy don’t say a thing to me, huh
[?] beaming in that beemer got him crashing in my seat [?] yeah
just play me when you feel alone
brazy when they do you wrong
it’s crazy how it be your own
shady when my gucci’s on
i’m the greatest, yeah now prove me wrong
hate it that when you recall
my name is always too involved
i’m stressed ’cause i gotta hold the rest up, blessed up from my neck up
think i’m finna text her, messed up, i don’t hit up
on the bleachers used to clown, uh
my teachers used to clown
said i need to shoot straight but now they all coming around
now how that sound?
but if i’m bleeding, throw a north face
over my stiches
i used to work [?] off my [?]
doing them dishes
i really don’t like rocking with them, he be luring them snitches
say yesterday she turned nineteen, uh
sorry i missed it, oh yeah

[bridge]
i wouldn’t for the world, yeah
i wouldn’t for the world, yeah
i wouldn’t for the world, yeah

[verse 2]
buying [?] for my homies after shows, after shows
if you ever looking for me, on the road, never home
when i’m all up in southwest i’m shooting clips, get it known
i got so much to confess [?] rap to get it off my dome
i done seen a lot and seen them drop
[?] don’t come, i think they stopped
you got some pain, i feel that lots
[?] on my name to fifty slots
you like my name and all my rocks
ride my wave and [?] my locks
it’s crazy how i think that i might hit the grave before my pops
(the mortal die)
pull up in the deep i swear to god it ain’t no shortage of
i’m trying to hear you diss me one more time, now what that story was?
[?] dropping june i drop in august i’m a [?] up
[?] order up, i swear i’m on

[outro]
i know they see and they still be trying to flex, uh
i’m just gon’ stevie only wonder ’bout my checks, uh
make this look easy i ain’t broken sweat, uh
i want my vv’s with the circles ’round my neck, uh

- whiterosemoxie lyrics

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