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7Days (feat. GeeBall) Video (MV)




Performed By: LordBlessTheFre$h
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: T Clinton, Gee Thompson




LordBlessTheFre$h - 7Days (feat. GeeBall) Lyrics
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Kicking it with Gee, keep it G, bitch I'm from the G, f*ck the industry, suck my meat, know
I keep it flee
Nigga on my phone, wanna collab, gotta pay a fee
Then I peep his bread, send that bread back, boy that shit weak
Yeah it's seven days, I been stacking, getting money bout seven ways, making several plays
She a Taurus, so you know she stubborn, stuck up in her ways
Get a florist, cause I'm killing it, I leave it in a daze
Shit f*ck, Kenan & Kel, bitch I'm like that
If I left some shit, I hit a U and got it right back
I feel like Soulja Boy, I crank at YOUUUU, then I light that
I ain't trusting you, I keep it true, bitch it's like that, like that
Uh, niggas making cheap shit, uh, niggas making cheap shit
I swear don't want no competition, yeah they will get beat quick
If you hit me with a proposition, swear you better be quick
And I mind my business, so don't ask me did I see shit
I don't do the weak shit, the fake or the cheap shit
The broke or the beef shit, the coke just the weed shit
But I got this flame and it'll bang on some Keef shit
That's why I stay in my lane on some me shit
She said I got her with my charm, what's on my wrist costs a arm
And a leg to be exact, got her legs to the back
PhD. in chiropract, I'm trying to fix this bitch back
Might miss a lot of shit, but I ain't missing these racks
I be high and off track, but never with the money
Bitches say I'm acting funny, I'm Jim Carrey with her homies
Girl call me when you lonely, you know I stay trim
Asking why I got this fit, damn sure wasn't a gym
And you know that I am him, you ain't gotta ask
NL from my toes up to my brim, my bitch got ALL and some Prada bags
5% the tint, yeah you know I'm riding with a lot of cash
I ain't paying rent, that shit get me bent, bitch I'm out of that
You can live in a tent ho, if I lose one, I got ten hoes
I stand on shit, yeah bitch I got ten toes
Motherf*ck my enemies, yeah they aiming at my mental
Yeah I swear them niggas weak, seven days get a grip hoe
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English

Kicking it with Gee, keep it G, bitch I'm from the G, f*ck the industry, suck my meat, know
I keep it flee
Nigga on my phone, wanna collab, gotta pay a fee
Then I peep his bread, send that bread back, boy that shit weak
Yeah it's seven days, I been stacking, getting money bout seven ways, making several plays
She a Taurus, so you know she stubborn, stuck up in her ways
Get a florist, cause I'm killing it, I leave it in a daze
Shit f*ck, Kenan & Kel, bitch I'm like that
If I left some shit, I hit a U and got it right back
I feel like Soulja Boy, I crank at YOUUUU, then I light that
I ain't trusting you, I keep it true, bitch it's like that, like that
Uh, niggas making cheap shit, uh, niggas making cheap shit
I swear don't want no competition, yeah they will get beat quick
If you hit me with a proposition, swear you better be quick
And I mind my business, so don't ask me did I see shit
I don't do the weak shit, the fake or the cheap shit
The broke or the beef shit, the coke just the weed shit
But I got this flame and it'll bang on some Keef shit
That's why I stay in my lane on some me shit
She said I got her with my charm, what's on my wrist costs a arm
And a leg to be exact, got her legs to the back
PhD. in chiropract, I'm trying to fix this bitch back
Might miss a lot of shit, but I ain't missing these racks
I be high and off track, but never with the money
Bitches say I'm acting funny, I'm Jim Carrey with her homies
Girl call me when you lonely, you know I stay trim
Asking why I got this fit, damn sure wasn't a gym
And you know that I am him, you ain't gotta ask
NL from my toes up to my brim, my bitch got ALL and some Prada bags
5% the tint, yeah you know I'm riding with a lot of cash
I ain't paying rent, that shit get me bent, bitch I'm out of that
You can live in a tent ho, if I lose one, I got ten hoes
I stand on shit, yeah bitch I got ten toes
Motherf*ck my enemies, yeah they aiming at my mental
Yeah I swear them niggas weak, seven days get a grip hoe
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Writer: T Clinton, Gee Thompson
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