Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seven Series Triplets, artist - Action Bronson. Album song SAAAB Stories produced by Harry Fraud, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Seven Series Triplets |
Uh-huh, yeah, yo |
Cash in a brief case, trying to play it smart |
Love is a privilege and you better play your part |
Don’t wanna leave it to the lawyers breath |
Snap my fingers, you’ll be laying on the foyer steps |
Wishing you were a boy again |
Late night stand on the roof, smoke a newp |
Reminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were loose |
Three different colors on the goose with the boots |
Maryland College basketball suits |
I drive the 525 made in '95 |
Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I’m a kamikaze |
Right arm hang out the window while I steer left |
Near death, slam into a deer’s chest |
Lights out for a second, but I’m back |
Hopped up like a karate master |
Still I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspin |
Come out the closet you’ve been trapped in, that’s it |
Queens |
Yeah, nigga you know I put the work in |
Head shots real precise like a surgeon |
I see your heart beating through your shirt, nervous |
Nigga shaking in his J’s, his legs gave in |
Wow, and I ain’t even pull the gun off my waist yet |
This nigga done got so scared he took a shit |
Then I swerved in some low key wheels |
And go about my business like it never happened, chill |
For reals, pop a couple pills |
Cup a drink, come to think about it I feels |
Like turning up the rap, ignorant, loud |
Like this weed that I smoke, make a thick, yellow cloud |
Perpetual payday, my money don’t vacay |
I’m out seeing the world, my life is so crazy |
You could only imagine |
But you could never fathom my intelligence, I get at em |
Oh shit, it’s real like that, right y’all? |
Word up man, pledge allegiance man |
I Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be 'suing niggas |
You gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggas |
And my money, I’m collecting and I’m stepping |
Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon |
Hungry and angry and I’m savagery, but still |
More your majesty, wipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum it |
And I’m gon' keep you rich, so chill |
Or you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbots |
Death is our game plan, new playing bullets |
Come in spray cans, write graffiti all on your vest |
Lester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy |
He the best of it, put it right there, you get a check |
Slang prostitution, it’s prohibition |
When we move shit, this is what some niggas suggest |
I suggest war, and clout the fake niggas |
They could move out, take no chance, you never know, ya’ll |
For real man, cause we ain’t playing no games no more, no more homies |
You sit around this, you sit around the best |
With gold forks and all that, word up |
Y’all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come |
You know what it is man, it’s automatic |