Nick Blackos X Stinkin Slumrok - Seven or More Lyrics

Still im on a cold sag 2 days straight on a roll now
Chillin with nick in the home town grab a couple beats for the stow cats
Ever since a pikney i aint slowed down
Oh you know that stallion mode I go bojack where the os at cabbage patch
Kids got my eyes in the mist now im Sittin in the fog like where the northen lights at
Ya bitch told me sort my life out just coz I poured all her wine out
But I aint out here to offend nobody but id Rather do that then befriend these wankers
Haaa 1 to my swamp side champions 2 to my east side mad men
Hit ya dukes had her shining the boots now ya lil brother calls me the midnight phantom

Its one for my man are aint around no more
I got twos on a zoot when rodders roll through
You wont be a free man if you touch my draw now
Why all these niggas wanna feel my force
We dont do high fives its just spuds round mind
Still got a six mind need a seven or more
Seven or more
Seven or more
Dont bring shit if its not any bits if its lit then shit i need seven or more
Seven or more
Seven or more
Give two to my friend yeah theres a little ting on the side
Now he said he needs seven or more

Yeah
Suttin smelin rank so where the dank pampers
Smell sutin shitty shank backwards and skank
The opposite direction to the clank
You can hear the clank na its bate mayn i clap vacate from the trap
Its a wrap
When i wanna start a mission go and start up the ignition
I been busy in the kitchen cos a lot of man are bitchin
Hah dishin it out quick fling it to them look quick dip in and and out
Im on the shiffin yeah we out here fishin
Fools aint gettin nuttin back for wishin i do this shit with finesse hear the swishin
Foot clutched to the clutch and we driffin
Six Disc changer put nothin but nick in 07946 for the bits 07946 for the bits hah
Sippin the potion im mixing i go in the pussy and cause a division
Deep swimmin f*ck it all up and keep grinnin lets all toast to clean livin
No slippin look at my soul it keeps twitchin
F*ck what they think they are owed its missin
F*ck what they think they are owed its missin

Its one for my man are not around no more
I got twos on a zoot when rodders roll through you wont be a free man
If you touch my draw
Why all these niggas wanna feel my force
We dont do high fives its just spuds round mind
Still got a six mind need a seven or more
Seven or more
Seven or more
Dont bring shit if its not any bits if its lit then shit i need seven or more
Seven or more
Seven or more
Give two to my friend yeah theres a little ting on the side
Now he said he needs seven or more