
7TH GRADE South Strip (Ft. Fat Nick)
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[Verse 1: CoolboiFresh]
Uh, seventh grade, I was sick of [?], smokin' hella weed
Baby, please, don't fuck up my high, don't fuck up my chi
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, they don't want smoke with me
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, ho, don't fuck 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]
South of the Strip, feed his mouth with my fist
My middle finger up with no fucks to give
It's a drought for this shit, got a mountain of spliffs
'Cause it's smoke for the world when I up my SIG (Cig)
[Verse 4: Shogee2k]
Ayy, 2K baby, gotta make some' shake, gotta shake some'
Ayy, lot up on my plate, I'm buggin' the facе, 'boutta break some'
Tell mе 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)
Uh, seventh grade, I was sick of [?], smokin' hella weed
Baby, please, don't fuck up my high, don't fuck up my chi
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, they don't want smoke with me
Okay, woah, okay, okay, woah, ho, don't fuck 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]
South of the Strip, feed his mouth with my fist
My middle finger up with no fucks to give
It's a drought for this shit, got a mountain of spliffs
'Cause it's smoke for the world when I up my SIG (Cig)
[Verse 4: Shogee2k]
Ayy, 2K baby, gotta make some' shake, gotta shake some'
Ayy, lot up on my plate, I'm buggin' the facе, 'boutta break some'
Tell mе 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)
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