7 AM (+357)
Title | 7 AM (+357) |
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Artist | A!MS |
Album | OFFSHORE |
Release Date | 2021-01-01 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Hook: Riding through this city with no direction Tell me where we’re going send the location Riding through this city with no direction Tell me where we’re going send the location Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running I’m running straight for the money Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running I’m running straight for the money Verse 1: Mandem don’t run around , give them the run around 360 degrees of a vibe where your bitches get passed around panamera wheels panoramic views panoramic roof whoo! Fuck what my name is you know the drill fire the jet we flying in mills, Gucci, Versace, Giuseppe, still ship it in First and we sell it... Cook up a vibe, smoke up a vibe, fuck a vibe it’s a hell of a night, dem man are lost, dem man are washed, you know my circles everyone’s boss, yea we forgive, clean up your slate, if you want in, bring your own plate... HOOK Riding through this city with no direction Tell me where we’re going send the location Riding through this city with no direction Tell me where we’re going send the location Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running I’m running straight for the money You might also likeRunning I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running I’m running straight for the money Verse 2: Enter the chapel pray to the best kiss up the rosary everything’s bless, dem man are washed, dem man are dead, we getting dough we don’t “Passover” bread... Lord have mercy, mercy me in my Mercedes, fuck with me you meet hades, my circle’s out this world like we Aliens UFO on these haters... Money rising like blood pressure my hits is upsetting the haters I get get it I come with the Mac ready I’m in it like fuck betting I’m in it for sure son you fucking with top shots like pop pop Miss me with the tough talk we making the gun bark believe you don’t want war welcome to shell town we making it rain now I’m coming for what’s mine... My Crown! HOOK Riding through this city with no direction Tell me where we’re going send the location Riding through this city with no direction Tell me where we’re going send the location Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running I’m running straight for the money Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running Running I’m running I’m running I’m running straight for the money |