MellowHype - 7 lyrics

7 nigga, it's MellowHype, what, you forgot?
Yeah, Left Brain on the beat

Got a bitch for everyday of the week
Not to mention the runner ups
Told them no mentioning me
It go 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
1 monday through Sunday
Someone new sleeping with me
Long as she keep going strong
Make sure I sleep comfortably
It go 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3

She rolling marijuana and she let it all
It's only Wednesday, that's humpday
We finna' get it on
I like them white body woman
Think she a little toned
Camera shoot, don't like cameras
Mount it and film at home
So many people be calling ya boy
HB just stalling (Oh girl)
Wake up after sleep to birds and tweet
She still all on ya boy
Open my eyes to a pair of tit's
Bacon and some grit's
Got my Thursday coming soon and
Oh she with the shit
No effort to get it wetter
She hit the split, she hit the split's
I walk around here free balling
Play for the Knicks, she give me kiss
Gloss wearing off to the max, our lips
They stick together
Speaking tounge until it split's
Until it split's
That weed, I twist like my nose rings
As she's rubbing my plugs
This Tempur-Pedic's the sweetest
She's white as a dove
Baby believe it, you're eager to be here
Just say you're in love
Hate be the meat to the cleaver
Jesus she’s about to pull up, friday

You can't control a man
Can't force him to hold ya hand
She get deep and then we
Snap like rubber bands, a hunnid bands
Parades of shades and underhands
The storm is now is thundering
You start stuttering, mumbling
Hurry up and buy, thanks, come again
You purchased enough time here
Arguing with the cashier
Can't you see that there's a line here
Selfish ass you ain't the only fish in sea
With ya' shell fish ass
And I'm selling 'em by the seashore
Where our resigns take a detour
You always mad at something
Fuck you gotta be mad at me for?
All the things that I do
This shit just keep me prideful
Shit, now the world should be your rival
I'm the nigga standing right beside you
And everything is temporary
Especially in February
Valentine and chocolate cherries
I'm copping 'em voluntarily
I keep my gang tight, rolling downhill
All news bearing
Pick her up and drop her off
But with them heels and gold earrings
I found this bitch, first she was lost
Look at her now, nigga I ain't sharing