Woke Up

Hold on yeah
Woke up too rich yeah, the ice in my cup I'm like what
She hittin' my phone, she thinking I miss her I don't, I promise you
3 times 2 that's 6, the 6 it's breaking my heart
Like, pour up that 3 in my drink, I pour up that deuce in my sprite
I argue with that bitch all night, she texting my phone goodnight
I wanted that hoe yeah but she didn't want me no more
I felt like a kid when she kicked down the door
These bitches be melting my heart like it's snow
But I can't remember when she was a hoe
That boy is a bitch and he hate on the low
Swear to my momma I'm clean, I hop out this bitch in Celine
We sippin' Tokyo Drift, my momma she still give me shit
Promise, I don't give a shit
Jumped in this it's a test and I promise my sisters the best
Feel like I make it I'm quitting this shit
Fuck it I make it I'm paying his rent
Pull up in AMG 22's, she still suck my dick when her rent due
I still her shit when her head dues
But I cannot fuck on that bitch and I sneeze, I might bless you
Yeah, I miss her
I'm missing my cup and my lean
Yeah, I miss her
I'm missing my cup and my dream
Woke up too rich yeah, the ice in my cup I'm like what
She hittin' my phone, she thinking I miss her I don't, I promise you
3 times 2 that's 6, the 6 it's breaking my heart
Like, pour up that 3 in my drink, I pour up that deuce in my sprite
I argue with that bitch all night, she texting my phone goodnight
I wanted that hoe yeah but she didn't want me no more
I felt like a kid when she kicked down the door
These bitches be melting my heart like it's snow
But I can't remember when she was a hoe
That boy is a bitch and he hate on the low



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Writer(s): Andrew Burton-dulude
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