4 In The Morning

Aye
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
Why all these pains?
Where is it coming from, huh?
I just wanna know
Baby come and let's go
Woah

Early in the morning
Yeah nigga
I'm smoking weed, huh
Tryna free up my brian
I'm feeling all these pain
Woah
Aye

She don't wanna go against me
She gon wanna be with me
She said she's in love with me
Uh
But I got my mind on these lean
And I'm on the road
Aye
I'm chasing bags, this lil nigga gon get these racks
Straight up
Straight up
Huh
Got it on me
Hmmm
Hmmm
Aye
Woo
I'm not really gon lie to you girl
I need you here with me
I need you here, oh okay
On God

Woah
Started from the back and the nigga still talkin' shit
Nigga back in the day it was so much shit
Nigga yeah I was tryna cook it in the kitchen
And a nigga called a cops on me
Pulled up on me
These niggas they been snitchin' on a nigga
Fuck
Catch a boy, he gon die in the minute
He gon die in the minute
Oh ok
Pussy
Yeah
Woah
Woah
I'm hangin' around with my real niggas
Oh yeah
We don't fuck with none of y'all niggas
Oh yeah
Niggas they been hating and we all know they're hoes
Nigga
Woah
Huh
I'm not gonna lie to you girl
I just wanna be with you girl, On God
No I won't cheat up on you
Straight Up
When we are down
Come to the town
Pussy boy robbed
Woah woah
Catch em on my line and I'ma cock it up
Grrra
Haha
Ya know I'm sayin'?
I'm feeling all these pains right now
Bitch
Don't you try me now
The stick gon hit your head
Ya dig?
Fuck around wit my clique
You must go
Aye
Nigga let's go

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah



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Writer(s): Clinton Jnr
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