Triple 7 by RJ Payne Lyrics

Quote from the song “Triple 7” by RJ Payne

Check, it's triple 7
The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It’s Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It’s Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Triple 7”

• Produced: Pa. Dre
• Written: Pa. Dre, RJ Payne
• Release Date: May 7, 2018

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Triple 7” Released in 2018

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[Chorus]

Check, it's triple 7
The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It’s Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It’s Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord

[Verse 1]

Geah, let me start it right
I'm starvin' like a pack of Hyenas, I'll kill you quick as a Harlem night
Eddie Murphy, Quick, get it? Harlem Nights
Red Foxx, head shot, nigga, shit I'm retarded, right?!
Slightly maybe, I might be crazy
No jewelry, but I drop gems, shit, I'm icy, baby
It's Payne, kill ya track if you politely pay me
That’s what excite me, I’m sick, shit, it might be rabies
I'm sayin’, foamin' at the mouth, you know what that's about
East coast to the core, but my home is in the south
Punchlines, I go in a nigga mouth
And got a molar, I put rappers in comas, they in and out
My shit is rapid fire, kill a hater, smack a liar
Cats admire how I murder these beats, but that's acquired
Uh, my gat black on black, black attire
Couple bullets make you fade to black, I’ll flat ya tire, PAYNE!!!

[Chorus]

It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord

[Verse 2]

Geah, it ain't even fair
The sign reads, don't feed the bear
Payne fall off, shit, the chance is even shorter than a Zebra hair
Light up the room when I heat a flare
The boy tight, shit, I got more stripes than every Adida' pair
I'm quite comfy, shit, I need a chair
Let me be sincere, ain't no rappers out that we should even fear
Niggas lucky they even breathin' air
Now listen, legendary spit, (?) shit
They ask me how I get so nice, that's hereditary shit
Uh, my flow colder than when February hit
I ain't violent, but I'll fuck you up on some necessary shit
Burner clap, (?), bullet burn ya back
I'm killin' these niggas softy, murder, Roberta Flack
You motherfuckers keep mumblin', learn to rap
But you all be burnin' up when I turn up the thermostat, PAYNE!!!

[Chorus]

It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord
It's triple 7
The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends
This is more than bars and aggression
It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord