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7am in Ohio Video (MV)




Performed By: Trippie Redd
Language: English
Length: 1:53
Written by: Igor Mamet, Michael Lamar White II




Trippie Redd - 7am in Ohio Lyrics
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We gettin' that money (nothing is everything), you know it ain't nothin'
I wake up and put that shit on 'cause I'm stuntin'
I pull up Maybach, it used to be bucket
I know that they mad but I'm on, "F*ck it"
You ain't got no racks, you ball on a budget
I'm startin' the car with the push of a button
And I will not explain the do's and the doesn'ts
Countin' up money, I would never front
Hoppin' out the peezy, luggage in the trunk
Hop in that 'Rari, trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie, smokin' on some blunts (yeah)
Twenty-three shots in that Glock (woo)
Got a nigga feelin' like I can dunk (dunk)
And it wasn't no big deal (deal)
Miniscule problems, that shit shrunk (shrunk)

I know they remember them days, I was outside with that flame
Talk down, I'm blowin' your brain (bah)
Know we the gang, sorry, I forgot your name
Look, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's a lame (lame)
Ooh, rememberin' names all of the sudden
When you was around I wasn't callin' you nothin' (you)
Ain't really with the gang, so get the f*ck from 'round me
F*ck from 'round us ('round us), from the ground up (ground up)
Look what we round up
No matter the time, I'ma get in my zone
Bitch, I'ma sit in my throne
I'ma get straight to my goal

We gettin' that money, you know it ain't nothin'
I wake up and put that shit on 'cause I'm stuntin'
I pull up Maybach, it used to be bucket
I know that they mad but I'm on, "F*ck it"
You ain't got no racks, you ball on a budget
I'm startin' the car with the push of a button
And I will not explain the do's and the doesn'ts
Countin' up money, I would never front
Hoppin' out the peezy, luggage in the trunk
Hop in that 'Rari, trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie, smokin' on some blunts (yeah)
Twenty-three shots in that Glock (woo)
Got a nigga feelin' like I can dunk (dunk)
And it wasn't no big deal (deal)
Miniscule problems, that shit shrunk (shrunk)
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English

We gettin' that money (nothing is everything), you know it ain't nothin'
I wake up and put that shit on 'cause I'm stuntin'
I pull up Maybach, it used to be bucket
I know that they mad but I'm on, "F*ck it"
You ain't got no racks, you ball on a budget
I'm startin' the car with the push of a button
And I will not explain the do's and the doesn'ts
Countin' up money, I would never front
Hoppin' out the peezy, luggage in the trunk
Hop in that 'Rari, trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie, smokin' on some blunts (yeah)
Twenty-three shots in that Glock (woo)
Got a nigga feelin' like I can dunk (dunk)
And it wasn't no big deal (deal)
Miniscule problems, that shit shrunk (shrunk)

I know they remember them days, I was outside with that flame
Talk down, I'm blowin' your brain (bah)
Know we the gang, sorry, I forgot your name
Look, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's a lame (lame)
Ooh, rememberin' names all of the sudden
When you was around I wasn't callin' you nothin' (you)
Ain't really with the gang, so get the f*ck from 'round me
F*ck from 'round us ('round us), from the ground up (ground up)
Look what we round up
No matter the time, I'ma get in my zone
Bitch, I'ma sit in my throne
I'ma get straight to my goal

We gettin' that money, you know it ain't nothin'
I wake up and put that shit on 'cause I'm stuntin'
I pull up Maybach, it used to be bucket
I know that they mad but I'm on, "F*ck it"
You ain't got no racks, you ball on a budget
I'm startin' the car with the push of a button
And I will not explain the do's and the doesn'ts
Countin' up money, I would never front
Hoppin' out the peezy, luggage in the trunk
Hop in that 'Rari, trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie, smokin' on some blunts (yeah)
Twenty-three shots in that Glock (woo)
Got a nigga feelin' like I can dunk (dunk)
And it wasn't no big deal (deal)
Miniscule problems, that shit shrunk (shrunk)
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Writer: Igor Mamet, Michael Lamar White II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, FOSTER BLVD PUBLISHING

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