Video September 7 de Sean Leon 2024 R B Lyrics

Sean Leon - September 7 Lyrics

September 7 Song Lyrics
September 7 by Sean Leon You better make a quarter back
This is how Im doing my reporting
Money,Im making my own
Im going around the world
But the shelves, you better make faster photos
Barely making the run off for shows
They told me to cut the grass
Its hard to cope with a little culture
But all my culture, thats my nigga
Im walkin through the rain
I barely got a dollar to my name
It would be the same dollar at deposits for the game
I charge it to the game
Baby momma,Im stressin
One dollar a day
They told me to count my blessings
But I need Jesus
I aint got no bill
A big brother off the pill
I guess I like the thrill
And I guess the big brother likes it too
I got my own problems

My daughter, December its edging up with Amber
Cant even make my rent of my apartment in September
Just like forever
And nigga if you ever get a limp
I wont remember
But the feeling is like
1 to 1 million is like
All my niggaz are in the building tonight
Ready to make a kill in the night
I could seal a path and live with that
Im hiding to my pillow tonight

On guard, so its offensive
But I aint
I got the ball and 2 chains
The pistols poppin, the pussy cant
If you listen, dont be sneakin
Say my name
I fall in love with moment Ill never meet again
I hope I see you with my friends before I see the end
Until we meet again