Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 7 Day Theory , by - Da$h. Song from the album SkrewFace, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
7 Day Theory |
| Time goes by, puffing on la |
| Hoping that it get me by |
| Got a nigga going brazy |
| It got a nigga going brazy |
| Said, time goes by, so pour another line |
| Hoping that it get me high |
| Got a nigga going brazy |
| It got a nigga going brazy |
| So now, so now |
| So now I’m riding round |
| On your side of town |
| Just got a four of Dot |
| Pour me up |
| Pulled up on my round |
| He had 2 O’s of snop |
| We split that shit |
| And we sip that shit |
| So now I’m moving slow |
| I hit my whore up |
| Said she need that |
| I’m runnin' round |
| Got that gun around |
| That’s just in case for 'plexing |
| Safety sex |
| Have her giving head until she break her neck |
| I been that nigga, nah |
| I been that nigga since the fucking gat |
| Well respected, nah |
| I’m well connected |
| Getting fucking cheques |
| Spiking the soda |
| Ride like a soldier |
| Feel like I’m rolling |
| Shooting down Collins |
| Just me and Porter |
| Do what we oughta |
| Pouring some more up |
| Rolling the dope up |
| When I’m in Rome |
| I do what I wanna, yeah |
| I’m with the same gang since grade school |
| Like we say shit |
| We break rules |
| Doing all the things that you can’t do |
| Fucking bad hoes |
| Eating great food |
| Address me as Big Skrewface |
| Five Backwoods |
| Rolling two eighths |
| Backseat boyz |
| Bumping skrew tapes |
| Act like you fucking know, nigga |
| Time goes by, puffing on la |
| Hoping that it get me by |
| Got a nigga going brazy |
| It got a nigga going brazy |
| Time goes by, so pour another line |
| Hoping that it get me high |
| Got a nigga going brazy |
| It got a nigga going brazy |
| Xan and lean, going crazy |
| Eyes hazy, smoking on daisies |
| Backwoods, I’m smoking Slim Shady’s |
| Sip lazy, thick like gravy |
| Like the zip, I used the .380 |
| Split the O three ways like Mercedes |
| Got a |
| Caucasian bitch named Katie |
| Suck dick and eat all the babies |
| Her friend Stacey just wanna face me |
| Head wavy, say my dick tasty |
| I can never let the bitch fade me |
| Dark hoes, I heard they got rabies |
| I can never let a nigga play me |
| Above clouds, their word is so shady |
| Get high off lows on the daily |
| I’m on some other shit, lighting up another spliff |
| Wishing that Lil Woodrow and Lil Betho come and hit this shit |
| Lost another homie now I’m standing 'bout to jump the cliff |
| 30 rounds inside my clip, contemplating psycho shit |
| Handle bars, I’m cycling |
| Hella broads, I’m piping them |
| Pass them off like swisher sweets |
| We popping them like Vicodins |
| Few drugs to ease the pain |
| My sober brain is insane |
| Out the mud, I got it out the grain |
| Trill nigga, tryna maintain |
| Time goes by, puffing on la |
| Hoping that it get me by |
| Got a nigga going brazy |
| It got a nigga going brazy |
| Time goes by, so pour another line |
| Hoping that it get me high |
| Got a nigga going brazy |
| It got a nigga going brazy |