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Think about tomorrow Think about tomorrow Think about tomorrow Think about tomorrow Think about tomorrow High design in a low-rise jean I hear you doin' strange things just to get to the cream The scene callin' me the GOAT 'cause I spit supreme Been all around the world, take some tips from me You was takin' naps when I was hittin' the scene Follow my lead, these biters tryna swallow my schemes Dream my dreams, fuck around and rock my seams 'Cause every time I'm on the block all I hear is See me, the blueprint, never had to prove shit I'ma make it pop like Lil Mama with the movement Give me what you got off the top like you loose lipped This is for the queens in the crib gettin' stupid Poor little rappers, go and get a clue, bitch We are not the same, I ain't kissin' on no Judas Don't confuse me with that shit that you be doin' You in it for the likes, I'm only in it for the music Rock my hair bone straight in the name of Andre, Jiggy J This cunt right here ain't come to play Time to serve it up, I'm on a platter, flambé Why the ones with no tact always got the most to say? Letras de cancionesMakin' shit look easy so it's hard to read me Switched up my punchlines, drop bars in Geechie Tell 'em run it back, I'm in the mood for a repeat Your eyes wide open and you still couldn't see me Yo, he want a sip of my sip He wanna slide He tryna dip in the whip Who get it crackin' like this? (Uh-huh) I'm tryna grind He got his hands on my hip (Yeah) He want a sip of my sip He wanna slide I'm tryna dip on the dick (Yeah) Who get it crackin' like this? I'm bound to shine He got his hands on my hip I ain't never in the mood to be playin' no games Fuck with no squares, chat with no lames I don't save a lot of numbers, don't remember all the names All these niggas all the same, tryna climb the food chain I ain't never in the mood to be playin' no games Fuck with no squares, chat with no lames I don't save a lot of numbers, don't remember all the names All these niggas all the same, tryna climb the food chain All these niggas all the same, wanna take my last name But this ain't that kinda game, watch a nigga do his thing, yeah It's Sevndeep, the top of the food chain Addicted to fuckin' niggas, gettin' money, and the fame They all jealous, they see me in Margielas All these niggas is my bitches like my name is Cruella, yeah He tryna fuck, but I ain't that kinda of fella Told him we can talk about it after we go to the teller Damn, Sevn, where this flow come from? I told these niggas I'm the best, these other niggas is bums I'm a full course meal, he ain't eatin' no crumbs Duckin' and dodgin' like I'm Neo 'cause I'm really the one Yeah, yeah, I really do this Yeah, but you already knew this When I'm in your city, all the niggas tryna get me Cakes lookin' like a killer, told 'em, "Nigga, don't tempt me" I got plenty and I ain't friendly (Yeah) Six-feet-fine and my style compliment me (Yeah) I start trends and then niggas be trendy Servin' Lewinski, where the fuck is my Fendi? Yeah, that's how you ride a beat Just made in a day, but you make it two weeks, yeah The maneater and I'm bringin' the heat It's no Sade, but they ain't fuckin' with me, yeah Yo, he want a sip of my sip He wanna slide He tryna dip in the whip Who get it crackin' like this? (Uh-huh) I'm tryna grind He got his hands on my hip (Yeah) He want a sip of my sip He wanna slide I'm tryna dip on the dick (Yeah) Who get it crackin' like this? I'm bound to shine He got his hands on my hip Yeah, got his hands on my hip Yeah, got his hands on my hip From Letras Mania