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6 In The Morning

 

6 In The Morning

(album: Southmatic - 2019)


Six in the morning, bitches at my door
All the beds full, they gon' have to sleep on the floor
Yeah I got a little head before I got out of bed
Then I got a little uh and she fixed me some eggs
Hopped in the McLaren, yeah I hit Flat Shoals
From a tribe called Decatur off of Candler Road
Hoes be trapping like T.I. and Gucci
She know that she bougie doing yoga and sushi
Mami send me pics so she want an invite
But she wasn't tryna smash so I cancelled the flight
You see dealing with these bitches is a serious task
Didn't know what that bitch wanted, didn't have time to ask

Six-six-six in the morning
Six-six-six in the morning
Six-six-six in the morning
Word

One by one yeah I'm knocking 'em out
Just ran out of smoke, had to pick up an ounce
B.o.B. be making heads ring
People always ask what the hell does that mean
Kicking all of the rhymes and breaking all of your spines
I ain't gotta specify, to all it applies
Your head real big but your cash real small
Tryna sell pussy, ain't got no walls
You got the right one bitch, B-I-N-G-O
Pulled up Follies hanging out of the window
Pass the keys to valet and he tossed me a demo
I gave that shit a listen but it wasn't on tempo
Mobbing to the party on some hooligan shit
Please don't bring your friend cause she too in the mix
She a mi-mi-mi-mixy 'lil bitch
She could hop out of a plane and land on a dick

Six-six-six in the morning
Six-six-six in the morning
Six-six-six in the morning
Word

Yeah, 'cause see the juug in the hood is always fraud
She'll go through your bag, she'll steal your card
Wanted nothing in life, just smoke weed and strip
Take them grandma panties off 'fore you hop in the whip
Take my city with me like the ground strapped to my feet
King Kong when I land, carpets that's the relief
I was 16 when I was clapping her cheeks
I was rapping before I could actually speak
Judge Judy bitches feel the need to discuss you
Get out your feelings girl, at least a real nigga loves you
Just living in the city is a serious task
Never know what these hoes want, didn't have time to ask

Six-six-six in the morning
Six-six-six in the morning
Six-six-six in the morning
Word

Looking at my Gucci, looking at my Gucci
Looking-looking-looking at my Gucci
Looking at my Gucci
Looking-looking-looking at my Gucci, looking at my Gucci
Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
Looking at my Gucci, looking at my Gucci
Looking-looking-looking at my Gucci
Looking at my Gucci
Looking-looking-looking at my Gucci, looking at my Gucci
Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
Looking at my Gucci, looking at my Gucci
Looking-looking-looking at my Gucci
Looking at my Gucci
Looking-looking-looking at my Gucci, looking at my Gucci
Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
Looking at my Gucci, looking at my Gucci
Looking-looking-looking at my Gucci
Looking at my Gucci
Looking-looking-looking at my Gucci, looking at my Gucci
Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
Word

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