ROADRUNNER +
Well, it's early in the mor-, in the mornin'
Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta
Well, when I rise, well-a
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie
Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin' (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...
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 breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right)
Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame
Roadrunnin' the road, like what would ya do with hoes (Yuh)
Rock up on my shit and see on the scope (Phew)
Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh)
Brodies fuck up and these bitches leave me alone
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), Oscar De La 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 breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right)
Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame
Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta
Well, when I rise, well-a
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie
Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin' (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...
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 breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right)
Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame
Roadrunnin' the road, like what would ya do with hoes (Yuh)
Rock up on my shit and see on the scope (Phew)
Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh)
Brodies fuck up and these bitches leave me alone
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), Oscar De La 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 breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right)
Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame
Credits
Writer(s): Robbie Shakespeare, Sly Dunbar, Everton Bonner, Lloyd Oliver Willis, John Christopher Taylor
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