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Scotty Atl - 7 Days A Week lyrics

Artist: Scotty Atl

album: Trappin Gold


Seven days a week, trappin' up the street, let the kids help
Count it up and eat, hit up Dominique, aye we need a hawk
Bird talk cheap, get up off me, real up back feeding
They don't want smoke, we gon' make a scene, pants full of green
Lungs full of green, pillow talk no, you can have the bitch
I don't want the bitch, she don't know the steez, baby this rare
Living what we rap, we don't use cap, foreign in the air
Blowing on the best, ran into the nigga, he ain't want none
Lacking on sleep, pistol in reach, heavy on the G's, neck on freeze
Mouth full of V's, praying on my knees, cash money weezy
Palm get greased, crispy hot wings, tell her blue cheese
I'm a trustee, you a musty, talking sideways then I must speak
I'm a big dawg, you a Maltese, pain in my voice, I'm forever true
Ocean on the view, doggy on the screw, hustling with a boo
Head in the coupe, blow me like a soup, made it through poop
Won't give you none, gon' take that, be a real nigga don't fake that
We talking millions at least, whole lotta niggas don't make that
That's with the curtains closed, we talking sex in the Maybach
Whole lotta niggas don't sleep, think about that when you lay back
Won't give you none
Seven days a week, trappin' up the street, let the kids help
Count it up and eat, on a winning streak, almost got weak
Let me get a peek, stepper like Greek, big boy set, really I'm a vet
Pull up in a 'Vette, I don't get debt, damn that pussy wet
Scotty is a threat, live with no regret, dice on the jet
Always make money, never stop getting it, shoutout East Side
Flipping six figures, drop top with a mop top having Guap talk making
Big plans, got a trip plan, tell Halle Berry I'm a big fan
This a big deal, I'm independent I make move no big deal, I trap gold
This perm cut, with a smile like 11 bands, I can't dap nigga left hand
They ain't wanna let a nigga in, I got diamonds baby let dance
Who gon' ball yeah let's see, I got bread baby let's eat
Give me head baby that's sweet, rolling out the P, penthouse suite
Won't give you none, gon' take that, be a real nigga don't fake that
We talking millions at least, whole lotta niggas don't make that
That's with the curtains closed, we talking sex in the Maybach
Whole lotta niggas don't sleep, think about that when you lay back
Won't give you none
Seven days a week, trappin' up the street, let the kids help
Count it up and eat, count it up and eat (seven days a week)
Count it up and eat
Seven days a week, trappin' up the street, let the kids help
Count it up and eat (count it up and eat) seven days a week
Count it up and eat (count it up and eat)
Seven days a week, trappin' up the street, count it up and eat
(Seven days a week) count it up and eat, let the kids help (let the kids help)
Count it up and eat (count it up and eat) seven days a week trappin' up the street

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