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7 Days
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro] (I got Hitman on the beat) There ain't no love for her I been M.I.A. though (Marcuss, you killin' the beat) Ayy, fuck ya, fuck ya too Murder gang [Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in [Verse 1] If I said it, bitch, I mean it Gettin' dirty with my clean ass Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jag' Dirty bitch just want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass Play games, I can't pass Only thing I want is you smashed Dirty bitch, you ain't my ho, don't call my phonе with your dog ass You fuckin' 'round with the other side, don't bе inside when that car crash Four flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat Nawfside, better not spin through that Pussy nigga won't make it back, XD and a fully MAC Youngin' out the window like, "I told ya" (Bitch, I told ya) Tryna knock your motherfuckin' head from off your shoulders You want beef? Okay, I been doin' this for too long, son, (Bet) I say, "Murder, you know we gon' get you gone, son" (Stretch) [Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in [Verse 2] Ain't with me, I say that they all around for that reason Oh Lord, tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," now they say that they don't need me They can't get that money on they own, so they subpoena me Hold on, broke bitch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery I'm the one who pulled up luxury machine I'm the one who made them youngins go step on him Fuck that nigga can't rep off me, murder, we gon' take that shit to 3rd degree Talkin' at one time, stretch three Talkin' at one time, kill three FN-45 with a hammer, Drac' with a drum, thirty-round banana They blow that strap back after back If one connect, that bitch gon' slam 'em Red tips we gon' handle him Pallbearers, I'ma hand 'em him My thoughts gone, whole life just temp' [Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in
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