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yung dred - 7 days lyrics

palace, what you cookin?
(chorus)(x1)

when you come up n+ggas gotta stay down
cuz the streets ain’t no playground
so i keep it tucked on me, i don’t trust homies, n+ggas die everyday now
i spent a check on my new feet, these gucci boots ain’t cheap, i been roadrunnin all week, the last seven days ain’t no sleep

(verse 1)

last seven days i was in the trenches they don’t know my life, they ain’t really in it
took a lil break back in a minute, she tell me go deep every time im in it
she eat me up like a plate of finger l!cking
i ain’t from new york but i get the chicken
sellin gas bags for the scottie pippen
thirty+threes, hunnid ps, major league
im a trap star just speeding’ through life no nascar
copped the mazi no b+tches no paparazzi
gonna tell her i’m drippings in new versace
they call up me up like
a plug in the side
keep n+ggas they talking but really not bout’ it
humble
i was up in the mountains
cashed out, and i never stopped counting
yuh
these n+ggas is creep so i move up my arm
i’m never alone
my forty is chrome
keep one in the head and shots to yo dome ya ya ya
woah
they eat up the drip and then copy
im eatin’ the steaks of hibachi
i told all my n+ggas we got it
it’s time that we f+ck up the projects
(chorus) (x2)

- yung dred lyrics

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