Rygin King – 7Teen Lyrics
7Teen Lyrics by Rygin King
Mhmm
Yeah dawg!
Yo Magics (heh)
Yuh know how di ting go inuh mi friend
Tip God
Hey
Pon belly fi di .15
Mi fvck Shelly and mi do it wid ease
Mi chillin’ on a lot inna d girl wid [?] Pull up inna di scheme inna d limousine
Glock inna mi pocket it ah mi Wallabees
A so wi dweet 7 days of the week
D dunce dem buss yuh head by any means [Chorus:] Chip deh pon mi 7teen
Long rifle chop tall breeze
Know mi smart yuh nuh see how mi neat
D gyal dem a scream man a celebrity
Wi livin’ dem dreams anuh nuh [?] She see mi machine and seh mi bad fi real
Mi never change, ah d same mi
Wi out here trappin’ wid di whole team
[Verse 2:] And if you hear sumn go suh “POW” up a club cuz di party nice
Got TRAP bring d Henny an d weed, anuh leff girls
Swear to God no complaints tonight
Mi living mi life, nuh badda tell mi mi hype
Di .15, di .16, di .45
Dat like seh you nah stay alert
Gyal a guh pon dem headtop all 20 time
When money pull up mi haffi spend every dime
Mi clean like detergent
An dat smell like Thursday
Deh flow seh mi bad without a ‘kerchief
Dem inna d style an dem no too love fi violence or di pree dawg
Yeah
Mi money a pile up, yo a me got the keys inna [?] shop
Air Force white like Jesus
Flick, take a picture fi di media
Quick, yuh back fly like [?] Mac 90 mek yuh head leak out
Black tall an [?] all ah dem a bleach out
Wi n’even need a juror, buss dem head wid di judge
Mi do this in a few yow mi feel proud
Mi mek dem gyal skin out like a big toe