Sewerperson, JabariOnTheBeat - Sevenfourfour lyrics
[Sewerperson, JabariOnTheBeat - Sevenfourfour lyrics]
Are you coming with me e, be my fantasy
(Sy, sy, sy) major, that's you?
Are you coming with me e, be my fantasy
(Sy, sy, sy) jabariOnTheBeat
Yeah, 744 and that shit go vroom
Drop the roof, blow smoke at the moon
I'm tryna' live it up now
In the moment 'cause
Friends of mine tend to be gone too soon
How much the watch? A lot, uh
How much the bag? A lot, uh
We pull up late at the
Studio, whipping around, smokin' pot, uh
Ferri and Saint Laurent, uh
'Course I had brought the mob, uh
Bitches inside of the condo too crazy
They doing these body shots
Yeah, fuck with the boy, the don
He catching a body shot
Thinkin' of pulling up on 'еm
Right here in this function
You should not, no
Got me somе sons but I don't got a baby
I use protection with my pretty lady
I use protection, I carry my bladey
Bitch are you down with me? There is no maybe
I feel the energy up in my artery
My brothers conjoined
I swear they a part of me
Everything I do is sounding like artistry
I look at top and it is not far to me
(No it's not, no it's not, no it's not)
(Go) how much the watch? A lot, uh
How much the bag? A lot, uh
We pull up late at the
Studio, whipping around smokin' pot, huh
Bitch, I told you comet's back
In time for armageddon, whoa
She too horny when I link, she
Told me put the head in, yeah
There'll be people tryna' put some
Lead in me like Zeppelin, yeah
Goofiest DM 'bout some we were boys
But I haven’t heard of yeah
I heard of industry talk but I
Haven't heard of no industry walk
I'll be killing the industry soon, on God
They gon' need 'em some industry chalk
(F'real) i might just sit and chill for now
Count independent bills for now
I met some boys in New York City and
After we drop we’ll shut it down
(yeah, shut that bitch down)
(Okay, let's go)
Yeah, 744 and that shit go vroom
Drop the roof, blow smoke at the moon
I'm tryna' live it up now
In the moment 'cause
Friends of mine tend to be gone too soon
How much the watch? A lot, uh
How much the bag? A lot, uh
We pull up late at the
Studio, whipping around, smokin' pot, uh
Ferri and Saint Laurent, uh
'Course I had brought the mob, uh
Bitches inside of the condo too crazy
They doing these body shots
(Sy, sy, sy) major, that's you?
Are you coming with me e, be my fantasy
(Sy, sy, sy) jabariOnTheBeat
Yeah, 744 and that shit go vroom
Drop the roof, blow smoke at the moon
I'm tryna' live it up now
In the moment 'cause
Friends of mine tend to be gone too soon
How much the watch? A lot, uh
How much the bag? A lot, uh
We pull up late at the
Studio, whipping around, smokin' pot, uh
Ferri and Saint Laurent, uh
'Course I had brought the mob, uh
Bitches inside of the condo too crazy
They doing these body shots
Yeah, fuck with the boy, the don
He catching a body shot
Thinkin' of pulling up on 'еm
Right here in this function
You should not, no
Got me somе sons but I don't got a baby
I use protection with my pretty lady
I use protection, I carry my bladey
Bitch are you down with me? There is no maybe
I feel the energy up in my artery
My brothers conjoined
I swear they a part of me
Everything I do is sounding like artistry
I look at top and it is not far to me
(No it's not, no it's not, no it's not)
(Go) how much the watch? A lot, uh
How much the bag? A lot, uh
We pull up late at the
Studio, whipping around smokin' pot, huh
Bitch, I told you comet's back
In time for armageddon, whoa
She too horny when I link, she
Told me put the head in, yeah
There'll be people tryna' put some
Lead in me like Zeppelin, yeah
Goofiest DM 'bout some we were boys
But I haven’t heard of yeah
I heard of industry talk but I
Haven't heard of no industry walk
I'll be killing the industry soon, on God
They gon' need 'em some industry chalk
(F'real) i might just sit and chill for now
Count independent bills for now
I met some boys in New York City and
After we drop we’ll shut it down
(yeah, shut that bitch down)
(Okay, let's go)
Yeah, 744 and that shit go vroom
Drop the roof, blow smoke at the moon
I'm tryna' live it up now
In the moment 'cause
Friends of mine tend to be gone too soon
How much the watch? A lot, uh
How much the bag? A lot, uh
We pull up late at the
Studio, whipping around, smokin' pot, uh
Ferri and Saint Laurent, uh
'Course I had brought the mob, uh
Bitches inside of the condo too crazy
They doing these body shots