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pintasaurous - seventhirtyatmorning lyrics

[intro]
toker

[chorus: seventhirtyatmorning]
yeah, yeah, move, this b*tch can’t notice me
this n*gga get popped, put a hole in him
trap sing along like jodeci
too many shots, we couldn’t even count
tell the boy: “dance” on some cool sh*t
i got a full clip, thirty charge him, he might front flip
tell a n*gga: “please, don’t reach”, ’cause boy if you do, i just gotta make an assumption

[verse 1: seventhirtyatmorning]
huh, yeah, she hit me up, she munching
won’t fold on his ass, it’s nothing
you p*ssies be talking ’bout nonsense, in my dark with no heavy conscience
and some fine sh*t f*ck on some fine sh*t
too much money, right thеre i’ma find it
and the rest, it’s all about timing
no bap, i’m wit’ you
i just been working, man
givе a f*ck ’bout swag, man
let me hop on that bag, baby
xan’ move, go back, shady
off the x she mad crazy
i got my za’ through the port, i’m finna get mad faded
yeah, i done f*cked this broad of new york, she suck d*ck mad lazy
seeing me shine, the cops knew it’s was me, i ain’t even have to say much
this ho wanna f*ck, she like “d*mn, what you waiting on?”
itachi mangekyō, you can see my name on
kick sh*t, oc n*gga like neymar
to keep it discreet, i really shouldn’t say more
blow up on you p*ssies like claymore (bow)
all the time going brazy, it’s a world tour (yeah)
you can have these sl*ts, they not my wh0re’s
brown skin, fat ass, she like 5’4″
and you on that sh*t i don’t got time for
in my clothes i pop like some dinosaurs
they sipping gin, i’m a pintasaurous
[chorus: seventhirtyatmorning]
yeah, move, this b*tch can’t notice me
this n*gga get popped, put a hole in him
trap sing along like jodeci
too many shots, we couldn’t even count
tell the boy: “dance” on some cool sh*t
i got a full clip, thirty charge him, he might front flip
tell that n*gga: “please, don’t reach”, ’cause boy if you do, i just gotta make an assumption

[verse 2: protect & seventhirtyatmorning]
my b*tch so dirty, nasty
whipping the car, it’s a aston
i’m f*cking the ho, she some bad sh*t
watch out for my twin, he so bat sh*t crazy. he might take you off the magnet
driving the benz, ain’t got a mercedes, whipping it, cutting through traffic
look at the sh*t we imagined, can’t believe that it happened
i was just 14 rapping, now i got bands i ain’t had
my drip so anormal, no tags on it
bad ho, might flight her out to cali
twin pass the rock like hale
whipping this big four*matic
my unc’ had the trap in the attic, i keep the racks that’s stuck in my attic
i’m sipping this wock, i’m a addict
yeah, i roll up the za’, i’m a addict
hall of fame, n*gga know i’m first ’bout it
double cup and it’s filled with codeine
n*gga know i’m sipping on lean
pintasaurous, the wock so old
pull out the freezer to make sure that it freeze
just went out to cali and made the o with 12, forgot he was throwing up b’s
to the room, me and my g’s
and made a bad b*tch get on her knees
huh, they better scram
huh, ballhog my chain, huh
seventhirty, what the f*ck we just did twin
(wow*wow*woah*yeah*yeah*yeah)
(yeah)

- seventhirtyatmorning lyrics

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