You shouldn't be with that weak motha f*cka
I know he's rich but he ain't a lover
Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets
I'll give you my heart & not my wallet
Let's run away from this place
I'll smack the cocky out his face
(What's it gonna be girl? Is it gonna be love... or the love of money?)
When it's over just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in heaven
Let's run away from this place
I'll smack the cocky out his face
Yeek - Seven (feat. Bakar) Lyrics
Yeek - Seven (feat. Bakar) Lyrics
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You shouldn't be with that weak motha f*cka
I know he's rich but he ain't a lover
Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets
I'll give you my heart & not my wallet
Let's run away from this place
I'll smack the cocky out his face
(What's it gonna be girl? Is it gonna be love... or the love of money?)
When it's over just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in heaven
Let's run away from this place
I'll smack the cocky out his face
I know he's rich but he ain't a lover
Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets
I'll give you my heart & not my wallet
Let's run away from this place
I'll smack the cocky out his face
(What's it gonna be girl? Is it gonna be love... or the love of money?)
When it's over just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in heaven
Let's run away from this place
I'll smack the cocky out his face
Writer: Yeek
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid