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Roadrunner +

 

Roadrunner +

(album: - Tragedy + - 2020)


Well, it's early in the mor-, in the morning
Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama
[?]
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta
Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talking (Baby)
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie
Well, it's, oh Lord, Gal, well-a
He gonna rise and fly, sugar
He gonna rise and fly, well-a
[?]
He gonna rise and fly, well-a...

Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now
Me and my pockets, we breaking booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wilding on niggas, we breaking bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
Fucking your bitch, fucking that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
She sucking my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Coming up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right)
Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame

Roadrunning the road, like [?] with hoes (Yuh)
Rock up on my shit and see [?] scope (Phew)
Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh)
Brodies fuck up and these bitches leave me alone (Uh)

You a dumb nigga (Man), leave a hole in your chest (Yeah)
When you walk around the block, niggas know who the best (Uh-huh)
You a lil' boy (Lil' boy), can't fuck with Billy Boys (Uh-uh)
When you walk around the block, you got little toys
Itty bitty boy (Bitty boy), [?] ho ([?] ho)
I beat the pussy though, I make the pressure blow (Pressure blow)
Nigga, what you know? (What you know?) Nigga, let me know (Let me know)
I got two Glocks, switchblades in my clothes (In my clothes)

Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now
Me and my pockets, we breaking booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wilding on niggas, we breaking bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
Fucking your bitch, fucking that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
She sucking my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Coming up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right)
Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame

done

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