| Well, it’s early in the mor-, in the mornin'
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| Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama
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| Well-a, it’s-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta
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| Well, it’s Lord, you keep a-talkin' (Baby)
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| Well, it’s Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie
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| Well, it’s, oh Lord, Gal, well-a
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| He gonna rise and fly, sugar
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| He gonna rise and fly, well-a
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| He gonna rise and fly, well-a…
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| Okay, it’s early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now
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| Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
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| Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
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| Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
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| Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
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| She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
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| Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right)
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| Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame
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| Roadrunnin' the road, like with hoes (Yuh)
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| Rock up on my shit and see scope (Phew)
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| Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh)
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| Brodies fuck up and these bitches leave me alone (Uh)
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| You a dumb nigga (Man), leave a hole in your chest (Yeah)
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| When you walk around the block, niggas know who the best (Uh-huh)
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| You a lil' boy (Lil' boy), can’t fuck with Billy Boys (Uh-uh)
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| When you walk around the block, you got little toys
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| Itty bitty boy (Bitty boy), ho (ho)
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| I beat the pussy though, I make the pressure blow (Pressure blow)
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| Nigga, what you know? |
| (What you know?) Nigga, let me know (Let me know)
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| I got two Glocks, switchblades in my clothes (In my clothes)
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| Okay, it’s early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now
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| Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
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| Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
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| Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
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| Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
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| She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
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| Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right)
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| Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame |