7:00
Bryson Tiller
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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" Two 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 Gon' and sit back, watch a young man take over I'm gon' ask, "Is you comin' over?" Movin' too fast, we could take things slower (slower) Oh, 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 f*ck with you like I do (I don't know if they f*ck with you like) Yeah Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now You don't need no substitute, I got you (You don't need no substitute, nah) I got you, tell them all now, tell 'em all now Who is that? You been soul searching Who been zaddy? He seems so nervous As he should, I been so determined And I'm, show's over, close the curtains and I'm No, no, he ain't knowin' it's real Pardon me, I had to interfere (Yeah, it's seven o'clock on the dot in the drop-top) (And the cock blocks, not on my watch, ah-ah) (Heard me) Ah-ah (Heard me) wanna do somthin' West coast drive way (freaky), hit the highway Shawty pick the time, place, you know I'm on my way Girl, I'm here for you, ain't no question I'm revisin', 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 was shit, baby, that's on him The crown lay low still 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 know Know, know, kno-know, know, know I know you think it's all the same song But it's not the same song They wrote to you (yeah) Yeah, yeah (alright, alright, I see you, I'll just be honest) I don't know if they f*ck with you like I do (I don't know if they f*ck with you like) Yeah Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now You don't need no substitute, I got you (You don't need no substitute, nah) I got you, tell them all now, tell 'em all now Who is that? You been soul searching Who been zaddy? He seems so nervous As he should, I been so determined And I'm, show's over, close the curtains and I'm No, no, he ain't knowin' it's real Pardon me, I had to interfere (Yeah, it's seven o'clock on the dot in the drop-top) (And the cock blocks, not on my watch, ah-ah) (Heard me) Ah-ah (Heard me, heard me)
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Written by: Brian D. Casey, Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Johnnie Winters, Joshua Quinton Scruggs, Manuel Lonnie Seal Jr., Usher Raymond
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