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letra de 7:30 - trl

[intro}
[?] second date, [?]
we got, [?]
uh, yeah
campboyz n-gga (ayo [?] switch the [?] )
it’s like seven thirty, we seven deep in this b-tch we got-
what time is it?

[verse 1]
it’s like seven thirty, we seven deep in this b-tch
we got seven thirties, we all on the same team
we came stephen curry, n-ggas sayin’ they want beef, i ain’t ever worried (never, never)
drop a eighth before eight, n-gga just now on my last run
boy you so late, i wakе up and [?] pape’
keep yo feelings to yoself, b-tch, i just want yo face
reek callеd me on that road, i just pray he make it safe
i want all my n-ggas straight, i want all my n-ggas good
if i ain’t with that n-gga h, i’m probably with that n-gga doug
they said [?] down the way, i give his momma [?]
my pops a legend, first n-gga bring that pape, through the hood

[verse 2]
i’m a money fein i know ’bout, i know ’bout every play and every [?]
they be callin’ us when n-ggas get whacked, but we ain’t do it
i ain’t speakin’ on no beef you know i keep it in the streets
he mighta did that sh-t to you, but he ain’t gon’ try that sh-t wimme
you see them boys out, we clutchin’, high as h-ll i’m still on p
play with us we get to dumpin’, stupid, now you in the beef
all this talkin’ from the gram, it sound tough i’m tryna see
it’s gon’ be what it’s gon’ be, bring whoever you gon’ bring
if a n-gga try to take me out i’m takin’ him with me
tryna put a b-tch on me, that ain’t gon work, use yo feet
i might hit her once or twice, but she don’t mean sh-t to me
gone for some months but she don’t complain, ’cause she know this how we gon’ eat
[verse 3]
my head bankin, wrist taken, stay dangerous
in that fast lane, f-ck it they gon’ have to chase us
i’m [?] forever that, no fear of no fakin’
i just want yo friendship, i don’t want relations
she think that she love me, i think that’s a lot
i’m tryna k!ll that p-ssy, i got murder on my mind
she look me in my eyes, imma probably check her vibe
i’m knowin’ hoes be choosin’ imma let her meet the guys
you tryna pull a skit that mean you tryna meet the bl!ck
not on yo ps n’ qs, you gon’ get put on yo sh-t
that go for me n’ you, so just don’t get in the mix
these casamigos shots got these hoes on tip
got these hoes on tip (these casamigos shots got these hoes on tip, told my b-tch don’t trip, i told my b-tch don’t trip)

[outro]
it’s like seven thirty, we seven deep in this b-tch
we got seven thirties, we all on the same team
we came stephen curry, n-ggas sayin’ they want beef, i ain’t ever worried (never, never)

- trl

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