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letra de se7en - ardey

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intro: na after u cross river u fit yan crocodile say him mouth dy smell!

verse 1:
what do i have in my hands?
there’s a blunt in my hand

i see u cooked up something in the studio; that recipe is backed - it’s ur pastor’s demand!

n-gga u pulled out ur vibe
ur vibe was enough just to give him a lap dance

u could act hard buh i’ll give it up for the hard man!

n-gga n-gga
i’m about to redeliver
maneuver with the illegal
line up stacks for em real n-ggas tho

anytime i see u
i see the demon that made a perfect reunion between anubis and habilis too

hey bro!
don’t say sh-t about religion
don’t say sh-t about brotherhood
when u come to my neighborhood
u could be a participle
i mean a past participle..
.
then i go up with my seven murder all of ur eleven

u never said i was street..
u tagged it cultism
of course i’m ending lives on the beat

bars and rhymes
it’s a god in a man
it’s a god in a man!
bad ass, shutting devils in pits

we all have two lives ,the second starts when you realize you have one!

n-gga ! i lay down my gun
i put out my pun
i hope there’s no cond-mnation

hook:

who goes there ?
tell that n-gga die it! die it!!

i’m bringing se7en to murder ele11en
i’m bringing se7en to murder ele11en
u n-ggas ah

who goes there
tell that n-gga die it! die it!!
choke on this , no yoke on se7en
i’m bringing se7en to murder ele11en

verse ii :

murdered eleven, murdered eleven
look up in heaven, see all those rebels?

2 and 4 no be odd , n-gga u hear me?
fly wey no dy hear word , las las we go bury!

u see the hair wey dy mbah head?
ur talk be like that, so irrelevant!

akara and moi-moi share same papa
na wetin dm pass through dy make them dy different

i dn lodge plaza tey ooo!
home for the kids on the street , no dy wail!

u was raised by a mammal-duo
these kids no get way oo!

mon ami ! mon ami!!
dm dy scream everyday
u was raised by a mammal-duo
these kids too dy pray oo

dm dy pray, luck dy pay
we dy wait inna way
got the fake outta me
shots – i dispense inna day
now i’m walking away from the scenes of the late
yeah my conscience is late!
tell ur jesus for me

i’m grown up now
hot cake – i am
my government dy use me
i break their arms

all i wanna see is the money, some weapons, ammunition
take me to the -rs-nal!

okay now i’m eeeeeevil
u see ur deeeecceeeitfuul

criticism is easy buh it doesn’t create

sit ur ass lemme teeeeeach uuuu!

- ardey

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