Seven Series Triplets Lyrics - Saaab Stories - Action Bronson

Uh-huh, yeah, yo 

Cash in a brief case, trying to play it smart 

Love is a privilege and you better play your part 

Don't wanna leave it to the lawyers breath 

Snap my fingers, you'll be laying on the foyer steps 

Wishing you were a boy again 

Late night stand on the roof, smoke a newp 

Reminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were loose 

Three different colors on the goose with the boots 

Maryland College basketball suits 

I drive the 525i made in '95 

Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I'm a kamikaze 

Right arm hang out the window while I steer left 

Near death, slam into a deer's chest 

Lights out for a second, but I'm back 

Hopped up like a karate master 

Still I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspin 

Come out the closet you've been trapped in, that's it, Queens 

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Yeah, nigga you know I put the work in 

Head shots real precise like a surgeon 

I see your heart beating through your shirt, nervous 

Nigga shaking in his J's, his legs gave in 

Wow, and I ain't even pull the gun off my waist yet 

This nigga done got so scared he took a shit 

Then I swerved in some low key wheels 

And go about my business like it never happened, chill 

For reals, pop a couple pills, cup a drink 

Come to think about it I feels like turning up the rap ignorant loud 

Like this weed that I smoke, make a thick, yellow cloud 

Perpetual payday, my money don't vacay 

I'm out seeing the world, my life is so crazy 

You could only imagine but you could never fathom my intelligence 

I get at em 

Photos 

Oh shit, it's real like that, right y'all? 

Word up man, pledge allegiance man 

I Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be 'suing niggas 

You gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggas 

And my money uncollected and I'm stepping 

Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon 

Hungry and angry and I'm savagery 

But still mow your majesty 

Wipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum it 

And I'm gon' keep you rich so chill 

Or you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbots 

Death is our game plan, new playing bullets come in spray cans 

Write graffiti all on your vest 

Lester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy he the best of it 

Put it right there you get a check, slang prostitution 

It's prohibition when we move shit 

This is what some niggas suggest 

I suggest war and clout 

The fake niggas they could move out 

Take no chance you never know y'all. 

For real man, cause we ain't playing no games no more, no more homies 

You sit around this, you sit around the best 

With gold forks and all that, word up 

Y'all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come. 

You know what it is man, it's automatic.