7 To 7

Ayy, what's happenin' nigga
We gettin' the seven-to-seven tonight or what?
Shit, I'm tryin' to, nigga, if my mama let me go
Fool, she gotta let you slide tonight, nigga
I know
I'ma give you two reasons why we should be there
Why?
One, the bitches gon' be there
And two, nigga, the bitches gon' be there
Nigga, that's why we gotta slide, fool
I know
Ayy, ayy, ayy, hold on
Alright
Ayy, hi, ayy, hi Ms. J
What's up, ma?
Hey, baby
Ayy, nigga, ayy, ayy, want me to ask her?
No, nigga
Ayy, alright, I can ask her
Or, nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, look, look
Tell her you goin' to my house, bro
That's not gon' work, when you ask, she says no
And then we can slide there, and then we can catch the 212
Man, hell nah
But, nigga, we gotta get there before eight
Nigga, that's when the schoolyard starts
And then, you really ain't gon' get no bitches
No, no bitches, just press and pocket check, that's all we get
Alright, let me ask her, let me ask her
Ayy, ma
Think I can go to the seven-to-seven with Quan and them tonight?
Not if you don't clean this damn room
Told you, nigga, she trippin'
Trippin'?
I'll trip this foot up your-



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