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A-Reece – 7 Days After Instrumental ft. Zoocci Coke Dope

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A-Reece – 7 Days After Lyrics ft. Zoocci Coke Dope

A-Reece is a man of his words. The young king has released a sophomore album titled From Me To You & Only You. The album is released the same day A-Reece’s debut album Paradise hit the shelve.

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[Intro]
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell ’em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I’m talking ’bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I recognize your fragrance (hol’ up!)
You ain’t never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
You’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen
Better yet, where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y’all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga, don’t approach her with that Atari
Nigga, that ain’t good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
‘less I write it down for real, P.S

[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

[Verse 2: Drake]
I really hope you play this
Cause ol’ girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You’ve been taking
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don’t make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you’re gonna need someone
When you figure out it’s all right here in the city
And you don’t run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S

[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I’m talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it’s you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it’s you looking for it, maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It’s coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That’s your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Read slow and you’ll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

[Skit]
"I’m gon’ ask you one more time homie, where is you from? Or it is a problem"
"Ay you over here for Sherane homie?"
"Yo I don’t care who this nigga over here for, if he don’t tell where he come, it’s a wrap! I’m sorry"
"Hol’ up hol’ up hol’ up, we gon’ do it like this, OK? I’mma tell you where I’m from, OK? You gon’ tell me where you from, OK? Or where your Grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?"
"Enough with all this talkin"
"Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the car before I snatch you out that mother fucker homie"

[Intro: Young Thug]
My heart so cold I need a icebox
My heart so cold I need a icebox
Icebox jewelry I need help, come and rescue me

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
Yeah, whaddup
I’m tryna put my dick inside of your panties, yeah
And then I take this shit for granted
I been rolling loud, right at Rolling Loud
Smokin’ backwoods in northern bay
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that’s a xanny
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee-haw!)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
Boutta watch you jog all day

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real Tommy gun
I dropped a milly on my chain like I know Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon, uhh
Glaze that ass like a candle honey, uhh
Ferragamo shower shoes for me, uhh
Lightbulb, neck got jewels on it, uhh
Like an ol’ school I got some pull, don’t I?
Satan, abracadabra
Abracadabra, kill all you bastards
I don’t want no wrassle
The bread ambassador
No nothin’ else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
I’m in a Ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
Fubu Platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum and up, I’m killin’ these bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Country Billy made a couple milly
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Piccadilly
Oh he had a couple stripes actually (of course)
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course (don’t you panic)
Don’t you take this shit for granted, don’t you panic
When I put my D in your pants, don’t you panic
When I catch up with your bitch you know I’m smashing
I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head gasket
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
‘Bouta put my dick in your mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
I thank the red doll so I whip my bum bum
I’m ’bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (go head)
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly & Young Thug]
Rolling through the W6
You feeling me, I’m feeling you
Falling deep, too deep
Purple dreams to catch myself (to catch myself)
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke clouds shaped like me
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke clouds shaped like
Two cups, can I drown in my mind too?
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe too
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
I just thought that you should know
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Outro: Young Thug]
My heart so cold, I need a Icebox
My heart so cold, I need a Icebox
Icebox Jewelry
I need you come and rescue me

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Verse 1]
I was born on the south side of the moon
Country boy did this big from the bottom of the map
To the top of the mountain, pimpin’ I’m on the move
I’m in the groove, on the late night
I make the move if the play right
You ain’t seen it like I seen it
My vision nowadays ’bout as bright as the daylight
Supernova
I made a strong foundation outta all these boulders I carry
I ran them snakes in my yard
And you were tuckin’ your tail, actin’ all scared

[Bridge]
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
I ran circles ’round y’all
And never ever, ever got caught (woo)

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Verse 2]
I was born underneath the pecan tree (pecan tree)
With the soul of giant and the heart of a lion
But now world couldn’t wait for an OG
I was creepin’, crawlin’, fallin’ out the shack
Backwards slippin’ upward through the crack
Now I creep in storage where you want to be
But barely get to see but never ever at paid for
I made more than they thought I would on my tax
I mix the candy with the grain
And the soul with the swang and the bang
And that’s called bounce

[Bridge]
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
I ran circles ’round the non believers, the feds, the people
And never got caught (woo)

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Refrain]
(Keep the devil off) keep the devil off
(keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
Keep the devil off (keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Keep the devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Ah, ah, ah)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Keep the devil off)
Lord, be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)