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jg trigga - 7 rings (remix) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
jg trigga
let’s go

[verse 1]
all of my b-tches bad, they be hot like curry
fellas wanna take some shots, all them curry’s
when the newest louis drops, b-tches run and scurry
but you got it cause they want it, you got no worries
you dropped a stack on it, keeping them hearts on checks
7 years later, trigga still making real bars up to necks
the only real bar you’d get is behind one, yeah
a star, a star, da huh, huh, never thought we’d be here

[hook]
like my style? geez thanks. you stole it
my rap, my flow, my all, you know it
claim to hate me but ride my d-ck
you love it, you love it, admit it, b-tch

[verse 2]
how many times i gotta remind ya?
i am doing fine, the past is behind ya
focus on myself, i drip in designer
thats how i just cope, find peace inside ‘em
playing the hearts like you play atari
emotions all drain, it’s drunk off barcardi
f-ck up my check, do not come for my neck
if you wanna go try me, you’d really be sorry
no ridicule, i don’t need ya
got no love fever. tryna forget like amnesia
busting my chop like a cleaver
smoke on the reefer, nothing like me it’s a ether
you mad like you brought a house and
i’m here just signing the papers for leisure
everytime i flow and come up with keepers
all of ya b-tches begin to have seizure

[hook (2x)]
like my style? geez thanks. you stole it
my rap, my flow, my all, you know it
claim to hate me but ride my d-ck
you love it, you love it, admit it, b-tch

- jg trigga

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