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777 - lii camel lyrics

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[intro]
aye, yeah, aye
(aye, you talkin’ all that smack you is a p*ssy boy)
aye, yeah, gang
aye, yeah, aye
(don’t try me b*tch, you know what gon’ happen)
(yeah, yeah)
aye, aye, aye

[chorus]
his name is seven, trap at seven eleven (b*tch)
choppa it can hit, and make a b*tch out of your image (boom)
i can take your b*tch, and make her change, and do a headstand (yeah, yeah)
and my brothers with me, tryna act tough, go to heaven (yeah)
his name is seven, trap at seven eleven (b*tch)
choppa it can hit, and make a b*tch out of your image (boom)
i can take your b*tch, and make her change, and do a headstand (yeah, yeah)
and my brothers with me, tryna act tough, go to heaven (yeah)

[verse]
you a little boy, only talk sh*t on the net (on the net)
if i see you on the street, i’ll open you up like a vet’ (like a vet’)
you got 2 backing you, i got like 100 who will rep’ (gang, gang)
and your b*tch she chasin’ money, and she lookin’ like a sket (b*tch)
aye, 1725 the gang, hold like a dreadlock (yeah, yeah)
i’m in legendary status, feelin’ like dead locc (like a crip)
you a ugly b*tch, and your hair lookin’ like dead croc’ (yeah, yeah)
p*ssy will get jumped, ’cause your mouth runnin’ like usain, uh (you run it up)
yeah your name is seven, my name 223. (boom)
i’m from the block, yeah that is the c.e.h.o street (gang, gang)
i ain’t talk to cops, but you look like you from simpin’ street (he a simp)
yeah this p*ssy tried to test me, now i’m geekin’ on this beat
yeah your b*tch is callin me, i be thinking: what the f*ck now? (what the f*ck?)
yeah she scared for your well being, ’cause she know i’m runnin’ trunks now (brrah, brrah)
you don’t want to start with me, i be goin’ to the top now (to the top)
and them xannies help you sleep, don’t go over the top now (od)
had to search that sh*t up, didn’t know your name (yeah, gang)
didn’t know a p*ssy b*tch would go for someone lame (ew)
you a crackhead poppin’ xannies, and you sippin’ lean (od)
thinkin’ you can fight me, you stuck in a dream (pff)

[chorus]
his name is seven, trap at seven eleven (b*tch)
choppa it can hit, and make a b*tch out of your image (boom)
i can take your b*tch, and make her change, and do a headstand (yeah, yeah)
and my brothers with me, tryna act tough, go to heaven (yeah)
his name is seven, trap at seven eleven (b*tch)
choppa it can hit, and make a b*tch out of your image (boom)
i can take your b*tch, and make her change, and do a headstand (yeah, yeah)
and my brothers with me, tryna act tough, go to heaven (yeah)

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