Morning

Morning Lyrics

(D-Roc)

b**ch, I know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond rings, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby, this sh*t cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna f**k me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
I just came through swerving, turned up wit' it and I'm f**ked up
Had her in here swerving, drankin', wit it 'til she thrown up
High in this b**ch hoping morning don't come yet
Hoe wave this stick round and round, 'til they run, yea

If a b**ch cross that line, if a b**ch cross that line
I got these b**ches in a line, I make 'em all drop a dime
b**ch, I had to turn that round, I was broke, I was down
'Til I went and ran back up them Ms, tell that broke b**ch you clown
Pussy-ass nigga ain't touching my swag [?]
Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon, b**ch, yeah, yeah
Ask your nigga, tryna tell me he ain't say nothin'
We can get active, nigga, f**k you niggas
I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga
I like McLaren 'cause it's faster
f**k that waiting, she gon' take it, then I turn up, go, go
Wreck, now the b**ch got no [?]
I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, b**ch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every b**ch having sex in the room

b**ch, you know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Heart, Prada me, baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless key, baby wanna f**k me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
Strapped up, it ain't safe with me
Hit across your face with heat
Make her take it then I tell her go, go
Came through swerving, turned up wit' it and I'm f**ked up
Had her in here swerving in this b**ch, drankin' 'til she throwin' up
High in this b**ch hoping morning don't come yet
Hoe wave this stick round and round, 'til they run, yea