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Seven Deadly
- (Chorus)
- Don't no one sin in my city, seven of us demons we're deadly
- Envy in the air, I see how they watch, wanna take my place but they ain’t have guap
- (Noooo) they don't have that shit, gluttons for talk but they ain't on piss
- No wrath, no pride, no hefty clip no greed for the war, no lust for the hit
- No envy in sight, they ain't built for this, no sloth in my step, I don't slip, I don't sit
- No glutton for ops, I ain't feeding 'em shit, one shot, make a boy done flip,
- There are seven sins round me, we purge then dip
- No sloth in play, I stay well equipped, no mercy like refs when they let that slip
- (Verse)
- (dip, dip, dip, slip, now I gotta cut through quick and rip)
- Foot on the gas, can't stall, can't sit, whole team drill, we don't ever miss,
- Spilled that juice, now the floor too slick, send that boy on a permanent trip,
- Not going up he's going to hell, soul got sent on a permanent drift
- I rip that strip I take my pick I take that whip I move like stig
- Mask on tight, I’m quick with the flicks no time for chat, just handle your biz
- Blade on hip, I'm swift with the hits I move in the dark and won't leave no prints,
- Man got shot, one pump, one pop and now I got his brains they're clogging up sinks
- Gloves on tight, can’t leave no hints I'm really tryna inspire the man to up that level
- I need watches without a bezel, no diamonds dancing, just plain metal
- (Tell me how I'm supposed to get out this hell hole, tell me how am I supposed to go get live
- Tell me how I'm supposed to )
- Grey Goose spill when we let that rip, shot after shot like I’m taking a sip
- Henny in hand but the corn still fly, now he's on the rocks like a whiskey mix
- Bottles get popped, but it ain't champagne, man got iced like a freezered sip
- No chase when the opps get lit, one more round now he's feeling stiff
- Spin that block, make a boy do a twist, now he's neat, no need for a spritz
- Ain’t no Bacardi, but we let it rum, had him dash when the shots got spun
- No Malibu when we send that wave, drown in the smoke, now he's stuck in a haze
- Got that Absolut aim, no miss, one call right quick now he's taking a trip,
- (Layers 4 times with different vocals)
- I'm just calling her ly ca, and it's not coz I like her,
- It's coz I wanna hype her, then I'm gonna invite her, all coz I dislike her
- (Chorus)
- Don't no one sin in my city, seven of us demons we're deadly
- Envy in the air, I see how they watch, wanna take my place but they ain’t have guap
- (Noooo) they don't have that shit, gluttons for talk but they ain't on piss
- No wrath, no pride, no hefty clip no greed for the war, no lust for the hit
- No envy in sight, they ain't built for this, no sloth in my step, I don't slip, I don't sit
- No glutton for ops, I ain't feeding 'em shit, one shot, make a boy done flip,
- There are seven sins round me, we purge then dip
- No sloth in play, I stay well equipped, no mercy like refs when they let that slip
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