First Place by T7 Lyrics
Intro:
Uh, uh, uh
Uh (haha) uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh (uh)
Chorus:
T7 comes in first, I ain't never came in last
I just stuffed 5 racks up in these purples, they huggin’ on my ass
DD gon' slime yo' ass, so I suggest yo' ass, wear a mask
5% the AMG, twin in the back, smokin' on some thrax
I can't lose my mental 'bout these bitches, 'cause they all goin'
Motherfuckers like to talk down upon yo' name, but now it's really showin'
Verse 1:
Spit so much game to these bitches, they fuck 'round think I'm a poet
T7 out his top, I fuck 'round dive in the ocean, I don't need a floaty
His bitch want to fuck with H2L, 'cause we havin' racks, havin' all the motion
Kickin shit just like Liu Kang
Hе always tryin' to hate on a nigga, like his name fuckin' Charlamagnе
Ain't no Stevie Wonder, but we gon' let these fuckin' choppers sang
We gon' do 'em dirty
Surprise that boy with fuckin' '30s
Hop out, mask up out Suburbans
Ok perfect
She suck the dick she nerdy
If it's night, we hoppin' out, you already know we lurkin'
Making movies with these clips, I ain't even talkin' purgin'
It's hard to love to game, I don't show no love, so stop the searchin'
Trigger happy with this fire, you think I'm fuckin' nervous
Rundown with a smile on my face, so you gon' know it's urgent
(It's urgent nigga, ha)
Chorus:
T7 comes in first, I ain't never came in last
I just stuffed 5 racks up in these purples, they huggin’ on my ass
DD gon' slime yo' ass, so I suggest yo' ass, wear a mask
5% the AMG, twin sittin' in the back, smokin' on some thrax
I can't lose my mental 'bout these bitches, 'cause they all goin'
Outro:
Motherfuckers like to talk down upon yo' name, but now it's really showin'
(It's really showin')
Uh, uh, uh
Uh (haha) uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh (uh)
Chorus:
T7 comes in first, I ain't never came in last
I just stuffed 5 racks up in these purples, they huggin’ on my ass
DD gon' slime yo' ass, so I suggest yo' ass, wear a mask
5% the AMG, twin in the back, smokin' on some thrax
I can't lose my mental 'bout these bitches, 'cause they all goin'
Motherfuckers like to talk down upon yo' name, but now it's really showin'
Verse 1:
Spit so much game to these bitches, they fuck 'round think I'm a poet
T7 out his top, I fuck 'round dive in the ocean, I don't need a floaty
His bitch want to fuck with H2L, 'cause we havin' racks, havin' all the motion
Kickin shit just like Liu Kang
Hе always tryin' to hate on a nigga, like his name fuckin' Charlamagnе
Ain't no Stevie Wonder, but we gon' let these fuckin' choppers sang
We gon' do 'em dirty
Surprise that boy with fuckin' '30s
Hop out, mask up out Suburbans
Ok perfect
She suck the dick she nerdy
If it's night, we hoppin' out, you already know we lurkin'
Making movies with these clips, I ain't even talkin' purgin'
It's hard to love to game, I don't show no love, so stop the searchin'
Trigger happy with this fire, you think I'm fuckin' nervous
Rundown with a smile on my face, so you gon' know it's urgent
(It's urgent nigga, ha)
Chorus:
T7 comes in first, I ain't never came in last
I just stuffed 5 racks up in these purples, they huggin’ on my ass
DD gon' slime yo' ass, so I suggest yo' ass, wear a mask
5% the AMG, twin sittin' in the back, smokin' on some thrax
I can't lose my mental 'bout these bitches, 'cause they all goin'
Outro:
Motherfuckers like to talk down upon yo' name, but now it's really showin'
(It's really showin')