7:00

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Okay, word then (word then)
 He ain't workin', I pull up urgently in person (huh)
 Kiss through the phone first, how the tone work?
 I was hurt then, only pickin' up the phone for the homework
 They was mad when they said that it won't work
 Mad 'cause the drop-top crashed, it's a loaner
 Breakfast in the morning, Larenz, Love Jones
 I told her, "seven o'clock when you last came over"
 2:00 a.m. now and I know you ain't sober
 Sleepin' alone and your man can't hold ya
 But baby, I can, tell your man, "Game over"
 Shows ain't over, the plans ain't over
 Wanna sit back, watch a young man take over
 I'm gon' ask, "Would you come over?"
 Movin' too fast, we could take things slower
 Ooh, na-na
 But if you knew better girl
 From the way it looks, you got it under control
 Let me know (let me know, yeah)
 Be honest
 I don't know if they fuck with you, like I do (I don't know if they fuck with you like)
 Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now
 You don't need no substitute
 I got you (don't need no substitute, nah)
 I got you, tell them all now, tell them all now
 Who is that? You been soul searching
 Who is that? He seems so nervous
 As he should, I been so determined
 And I'm, shows over, close the curtains and I'm-
 No, no, he ain't knowin' this real
 Pardon me, I had to interfere
 (Yeah, it's seven o'clock on the dot in the drop-top)
 (And the cockblocks, not on my watch, I, I)
 
 (Wanna do some')
 West coast drive way (freaky), hit the high way
 Shawty pick the time, place, you know I'm on my way
 Girl, I'm here for you, ain't no question
 I'm advisin', it's time that I teach him a lesson
 You know the name B-R, why not give me a S-O-N?
 He don't get it with shit, baby, that's on him
 The crown lack luster when it's set on him
 Don't mind if I come take that from him
 And you call me as soon as you left from him
 Now I know why you give no respect to him
 This is all for the rep, baby
 I won't let nobody, let nobody, no, no, no, no, no
 I know you think it's all the same song
 But it's not the same song
 That I wrote to you (yeah)
 Yeah, yeah (alright, alright, I seen the plot, be honest)
 I don't know if they fuck with you, like I do (I don't know if they fuck with you like)
 Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now
 Nah, you don't need no substitute
 I got you (don't need no substitute, nah)
 I got you, tell them all now, tell them all now
 Who is that? You been soul searching
 Who is that? He seems so nervous
 As he should, I been so determined
 And I'm, shows over, close the curtains, and I'm-
 No, no, he ain't knowin' this real
 Pardon me, I had to interfere
 (Yeah, it's seven o'clock on the dot in the drop-top)
 (And the cockblocks, not on my watch, I, I)
 

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Tempo
117 BPM

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