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seven - young slo-be lyrics

[intro]
(brrt, stick ’em, ha*ha*ha, stick ’em)

[chorus]
he got two glocks with him, he can’t hold hands
try to set me up with that southside b*tch, cum on her, never needed romance
chopper beat just like slow jams
on 2one with new money, ayy, ayy
but if they slide, shoot with both hands
we on seven street, n*gga, now we on belaire
naw, i ain’t got the jacket on, but we shoot on moncler
vinny f*ckin’ up the dice game and he don’t care
southeast n*ggas
on the beat, n*gga, where i wanna be, n*gga
[verse]
ooh*wee, i just made a fifty*piеce, n*gga
i just spent ten on that twеnty*one piece, n*gga
ayy, ayy, but i didn’t touch that fifty piece, n*gga
speakin’ of fifty, n*gga, yeah, we slide with that fifty, n*gga
ooh*wee, free mad maxx, we f*ck with deuce*five
i won’t ride back, goin’ down ninth street, they say don’t slide
ayy, ayy, anyway, that chopper’s for the static
northside b*tch call me michael myers, finna let me stab it
look, b*tch, you ain’t got no money, i don’t wanna have it
floatin’ down x street opp huntin’, man, that’s just a habit
look, baby, i’m in love, though
b*tch, stay up out our politics, i see the subs, though
ayy, ayy, ooh, b*tches get it too
me and cuddy sticked up and we ain’t in the mood (not at all, n*gga)

- young slo be lyrics

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