7pm in Abuja

By Shell B

Released on September 12, 2019

Thumbnail

[verse 1]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm so frosty I pull up fresh on the site

Gang with me it's a hell of a night

Been a minute but the music for life

Fuck demand I control the supply

Like a pimp in a corporate tie

I pretend like I don't know that you shiesty

I treat you politely

Until the time when your cup runneth over

Everybody sober at your burial site

RIP what a beautiful life

I never miss when I strike

Lacazette I still hit when it's tight (mmm)

And now she wants commitment

But I know better not to eat the fruit

Not unless it is ripe (mmm)

The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

The realer the saying the bitter the truth (mmm)

The pin and the stripes the fitted the suit

My muscle is tight I need a masseuse


[verse 2]

And I swear

We live in a crazy time and scary days

Cheap talk; a lot to say

A time when people show love without a face

And if you ain't the same colour as me

Mehn we not the same

Take the time and take the pain

Without a struggle it's not a gain

It takes time to win the game I learned patience

But run me my check its past the ultimatum

Oh baby you don't need a foundation

You got my validation

These other girls basic

You the one I'm betting on if I had to place it

That's a risk I'm taking

Held it down from the jump never clout-chased it

And I still gatchu covered no you not fading

We keep it on a low like we hella famous

Presidential suite mehn I be the POTUS

And you the FLOTUS

That's bogus ha!

(ha ha)


[outro]

That's bogus mehn I ain't got that shit

For clout tho! for the culture!

Wooooooh!

It's been a minute mehn

I miss this shit

Shell B baby