Freddie Gibbs - Seventeen lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs - Seventeen lyrics

[Intro:] I'm from the lights I'm the village dream When I was seventeen (Guess the dream is true hah?) [Young Jeezy:] Uh yea wussup? It's the world baby Uh yea wussup? It's the world baby [Hook:] I was on my grind when I was 17 Only half a thing for a stack worth of 17 Took a road trip, came back, have me 7 nins When I turn 18, I'm worried by 7 things Yea, look, take 'em back when I was 17 17, I had a cutla** it was hella clean Always thuggin', always on the scene It's the word it's 2 to bat, need some bigger chings [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I gotta get it, I want, I gotta have it Throw the nuts in the bag then I'm right back at it Yea, 14 grams in my attic The dealer of the year, so who's really the addict Yea, all this fast money I'm a get done She kick me out the house, I got a dick that dance Guess mama don't love me no more See, she might not even let me use the oven no more 1-35, fresh out the press, smell the aroma Walk the stick, my uncle on the couch, she in a coma And I swear that sin is louder than an avalanche Came back to X the 50, did the hammer dance My grandma keep telling me I needs to help But I keep tellin' her that I need some wealth Cutla** with the alpine, got there too long Blow wind a hard, b**h I got me 2 chicks [Hook] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] At 17 I had a 9 with 17 shots East 17, 5-17 block Fraid it's to the left, whole hood cling lower Shout my n***as from valley Bronx to Concord n***a, you could play ball Cla**, I took the day off Tryna buy some new J's, hopin' I get the skate off Fully automatic shootouts, call that sprayer Before I ever see 17, I bust the K off And my homie got me blowed in the worst way 7 grand for 17 birthday In the school hall we was getting cheddar there Except the T hundred in my letter man When I was 17 [Hook] [Verse 3: Slick Pulla] 17, you bust a clean team Uppin' in this food court, polo'd up, pullin' everything Some lil n***as 'bout their fra skins Got my first queue key 5 points from the advocates Head 'em down, I'm still fat there Had 'em stashed in the old spice camp, thought I was slick there Diner with the ho when all goin' cho Went from halfbacks to four ways a gla** In it with the black vans and the tats Now we drinkin' milk, throwin' up slaps Young and wild, chest all full of cash Just a little n***a tryna come up on some green bats [Hook]

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