| Yeah, Seven Fortune
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| Yeah, that’s Seven Fortune
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| Playboi Padi
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| I be the smart guy, dumb guy
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| Broke and fucking rich guy
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| Getting diamonds off, my hobby pay my moms a bill, guy
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| Damn, what the fuck you want
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| Standing still just up and front
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| While I‘m doing numbers, selling beats and smoking stupid blunt
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| Made a milly in ‘16, british gyal is just eighteen
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| Spending money, sipping lean — this exactly what I‘ve dreamed
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| Shoulders wide, I‘m not ashamed, Seven Fortune is my name
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| Keeping sane saying no names
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| Bitch don‘t hit my line again
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| Every time I falling down
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| I’m drunking, I can fight
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| Something wrong to your face
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| Gold enough — holy part
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| I’m too young to working hard
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| I just wanna steal your heart (yeah!) |