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Bad Morning

by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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(I need to talk to Mike Laury Yeah, you got Mike Laury) (Dubba-AA flex) "Winning lottery numbers coming up" I can't quit, at all, at all I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt, nigga), at all, at all On my soul, at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow Ridin' 'round with my bros (this is the sound) Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up, nigga, let's go He a dreadhead, mm-hmm My bro leave him dead in front that store On three different drugs tryna take away my pain But it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans But he still can't cope On the highway, out the window do some' Get in my way, bam-bam, shoot some' He a head hunter, rude bwoy trust nothin' She got a nice round bum, but can't pay her nothin' Do a hit real sick, it be cold the whole summer I can't figure how she comin', I'ma give her to my mama In a minute I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'm a slime him Everything go bad, you can trust him, still time him Niggas steady rappin', we be shootin' at the bitch Sound of the stick goin', "Boom" when it hit Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit Still let it off with a crowd in the midst Black car, matte stick, I'm it Don't pick die, if you try one trick Right gang, but she say, "Wrong bitch" Young rich nigga, he done took the wrong fix Overdose, can't shake back, no Harbor freight, get the jack from the sto' White trace, that's a whole lotta snow Ridin', bumpin' Kirk with a .30 and a pole With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's Real deal business, this real blood business Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches Real slime, they was my partner for a minute Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent them in it All praise to Allah, one was dead, less than sixty We gon' burn them forensincs, leave 'em dead if he missed it Should have aimed when you shot it, don't fuck with my bodies I'ma foreign my engine, take luxury narcotics While they cookin' I'm watchin', die protectin' that body Through the house the aroma, it cover the closet I don't say that ain't it, but I still want cop it I'ma flood out this bitch to whoever come cop it Police ran in this bitch, no one say nothin' about it I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life But take narcotics with my life Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most Highest Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it? You don't know off the dome shit, can't write With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight Bullets start playin' 'round with 'tention, got focused Got another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke it Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope it We're up all day high, we're up all day slow I can't quit, at all, at all I ain't hurt, at all, at all On my soul, at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow Ridin' 'round with my bros Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up, nigga, let's go He a dreadhead, mm-hmm My bro leave him dead in front that store On three different drugs tryna take away my pain But it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans But he still can't cope Heard him steady talkin' 'bout, "Top, just let me shoot him", no I can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him I ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the road Doped up, two or three tools doin' shows Forty on my teeth and two hunnid for my pole Three hunnid for my car, extra sneaze for the nose I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life But take narcotics with my life Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most Highest Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it? You don't know off the dome shit, can't write With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight I can't quit (quit), at all, at all I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt), at all, at all On my soul, at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow Ridin' 'round with my bros Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up, nigga, let's go He a dreadhead, mm-hmm My bro leave him dead in front that store (this is the sound) On three different drugs tryna take away my pain But it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans But he still can't cope

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