SEYVEN - Real Nigga Aroma Lyrics

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Went down south got a tan
She on dirt, don't tell me
Running with the sack, it's heavy
Hit the stiff arm like Henry
Y'all boys finna f*ck up my play
This shit day by day
I'm the black Bruce Wayne
I can't catch a break, ooh
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Told you this how I'm coming
Can't walk in these steppers
Girl send four page letters
They want me I'm a go getter
I want her, I'm a go getter
Life too short can't sweat her
I'm up at the break of dawn
What the f*ck they waiting on
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Tell me who inspired you
I want to be inspired too
I'm like this what Fulton County do
And I see how you moving
So you know I'll never count on you
I like how they mobbing
We gonna top them
They can't get with it
Like that boy is speaking Chinese
She a freak, she told me put it in her hymen
Do I gotta remind them
I tell them what to do they call me Simon
She don't got no father figure, she need guidance
It's under seven figures, no sir I won't sign it
Phone on DND, my whip on auto pilot
Who the f*ck driving
Yelling at the mic like I'm debating
I'm providing, and it's telling
And it's lucky number Seyven
Thought she was the one
So I'm lowkey embarrassed
Meet me at the terrace
F*ck around might be yo best weekend ever
This that "Real Nicca Aroma"
And I can't slow up
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