paroles de chanson 7 Day Notice - Yung Mal
Hold
up,
Spiffy
on
this
motherfucker
Yeah
I'm
just
tryna
stay
'float
Stack
them
racks
and
feed
all
my
folks
Pull
on
the
block,
new
body
four
door
You
know
I'm
stuck
with
my
dawgs,
Cujo
They
used
to
leave
a
note
right
on
the
door
Seven
day
notice
and
we
gotta
go
Pack
it
up,
go
to
granny's
and
sleep
on
the
floor
Keep
them
folks
out
your
business,
some
shit
they
don't
know
I
done
went
through
it
all
but
I'm
never
gon'
fold
Stack
them
racks
and
feed
all
my
folks
Pull
on
the
block,
new
body
four
door
You
know
I'm
stuck
with
my
dawgs,
Cujo
They
used
to
leave
a
note
right
on
the
door
Seven
day
notice
and
we
gotta
go
Pack
it
up,
go
to
granny's
and
sleep
on
the
floor
Keep
them
folks
out
your
business,
some
shit
they
don't
know
I
done
went
through
it
all
but
I'm
never
gon'
fold
I
done
been
through
it
all
but
I'm
never
gon'
fold
Niggas
actin'
gay
while
them
doors
be
closed
Nigga
went
on
a
move
and
he
told
on
the
bros
He
ate
the
cheese,
still
went
down
the
road
Domo
died,
I
was
watchin'
his
eyes
close
Seen
Champ
since
he
rolled
them
holes
And
I
gotta
ride
with
that
iron
close
'Cause
these
niggas
hate
and
they
worser
than
hoes
Play
me,
they
gotta
go
I
want
a
cloud
of
smoke
Plug
send
a
thousand
pounds,
they
sold
I
need
a
thousand
more
Stack
up
that
cash,
tryna
stay
afloat
Know
I
just
upped
the
K
to
take
care
of
my
folks
Back
then
I
was
stuck
in
the
hellhole
Now
I'm
stuck
in
the
Bentley
on
Melrose
Tryna
stay
'float
Stack
them
racks
and
feed
all
my
folks
Pull
on
the
block,
new
body
four
door
You
know
I'm
stuck
with
my
dawgs,
Cujo
They
used
to
leave
a
note
right
on
the
door
Seven
day
notice
and
we
gotta
go
Pack
it
up,
go
to
granny's
and
sleep
on
the
floor
Keep
them
folks
out
your
business,
some
shit
they
don't
know
I
done
went
through
it
all
but
I'm
never
gon'
fold
Stack
them
racks
and
feed
all
my
folks
Pull
on
the
block,
new
body
four
door
You
know
I'm
stuck
with
my
dawgs,
Cujo
They
used
to
leave
a
note
right
on
the
door
Seven
day
notice
and
we
gotta
go
Pack
it
up,
go
to
granny's
and
sleep
on
the
floor
Keep
them
folks
out
your
business,
some
shit
they
don't
know
I
done
went
through
it
all
but
I'm
never
gon'
fold
I
fuck
your
ho
one
time,
let
her
go
I
chase
them
racks
'til
my
body
get
sore
I
took
them
chances
to
get
to
that
dough
Still
in
the
trap,
got
a
stick
at
the
door
The
money
keep
piling,
the
problems,
you
know
Got
blood
in
my
eyes,
think
pain,
it
come
in
my
pores
Gotta
feed
my
fam,
I
ain't
chasing
no
whore
I
do
my
show
with
my
blower
These
niggas
ain't
real,
I
done
seen
it
before
I
been
goin'
hard,
I
don't
need
an
award
When
Domo
had
died,
it
hurt
me
to
the
core
They
call
my
phone,
I
ignore
I
spend
them
racks
at
the
Prada
store
They
can't
believe
we
used
to
be
poor
I
done
stayed
down,
whole
gang
wasn't
for
it
You
gotta
have
heart
Just
tryna
stay
'float
Stack
them
racks
and
feed
all
my
folks
Pull
on
the
block,
new
body
four
door
You
know
I'm
stuck
with
my
dawgs,
Cujo
They
used
to
leave
a
note
right
on
the
door
Seven
day
notice
and
we
gotta
go
Pack
it
up,
go
to
granny's
and
sleep
on
the
floor
Keep
them
folks
out
your
business,
some
shit
they
don't
know
I
done
went
through
it
all
but
I'm
never
gon'
fold
Stack
them
racks
and
feed
all
my
folks
Pull
on
the
block,
new
body
four
door
You
know
I'm
stuck
with
my
dawgs,
Cujo
They
used
to
leave
a
note
right
on
the
door
Seven
day
notice
and
we
gotta
go
Pack
it
up,
go
to
granny's
and
sleep
on
the
floor
Keep
them
folks
out
your
business,
some
shit
they
don't
know
I
done
went
through
it
all
but
I'm
never
gon'
fold
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