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lirik lagu south strip & fat nick - 7th grade

[verse 1: coolboifresh]
uh, seventh grade, i was sick of [?], smokin’ h~lla weed
baby, please, don’t f~ck up my high, don’t f~ck up my chi
okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, they don’t want smoke with me
okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, ho, don’t f~ck up my cheese

[verse 2: constant]
x’s on my face, i’ma live and i’ll die by it too
realize your demise when i slide out the coupe
second coming, he arrive when i ride to the stu’
[?]
[verse 3: shwinn]
it’s all for the strip, feel his mouth on my fist
my middle finger up with no f~cks to give
it’s a drought for this sh~t, got ’em all in the spliff
’cause it’s smoke for the world when i up my sig

[verse 4: shogee2k]
ayy, 2k baby, gotta make some’ shake, gotta shake some’
ayy, lot up on my platе, i’m buggin’ the face, ’boutta break somе’
tell me all your fears, tell me, tell me, i can feel the end is near
i can feel it in my mind, in my body, my soul
here i go again, talkin’, i’m all on the road
(tell me, tell me, tell me)

[verse 5: fat nick]
thirteen shots in the h~llcat, ridin’ ’round the city, where my glock or my chop at? (skrrt)
big stepper, know when i pop out
tell lil’ brodie grab the drac’, make ’em duck down
brand new boots, let me stomp down
1942 got me throwin’ like a thot now
bust down, rebound, let ’em catch a hot round
fifteen shots from the glock leave a big frown

[verse 6: coolboifresh]
tell that b~tch i’m not a simple man
i do not really like f~ckin’ with middlemen
geeked off the fumes and adrenaline
i took my vitamins, turned to a letterman (strip)
[verse 7: fat nick]
uppin’ all these drac’s for like three nights
walk in the function with percs and a big pipe
let me see the image, gon’ get swiped
brodie spin the block, he a [?]

[verse 8: constant]
ayy, kurt cobain, [?] right above his chest
now he lo mein, arm, leg, leg, arm, head on the floor
aim at the opposition, chopsticks, dump the whole thing, huh
yeah (yeah)

[verse 9: fat nick]
stressed out, go pass me a red
extended clip touchin’ my legs
pull up in h~llcats to spin
i cannot beef with the opps, they all dead

[verse 10: shogee2k]
i came bustin’ out the roof
whole gang double~s, rappin’ in the booth
ten toes down like the troops
i be movin’ militant, put him up on the news, okay

[verse 11: fat nick]
ar clip, gon’ put him on the news
big ol’ glock gon’ make bro snooze
big knots, i keep lit thots
treat ’em like a dog, i keep red dots
[verse 12: shwinn]
boy, i’m nice, i whip it, turned the [?] to a porsche
smellin’ death up in the air, man, he snore
man, your clique ain’t hard with .38s on your porch
i could move your spirit, don’t get smoked like a port, b~tch

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