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Ayy bro, I swear I used to get up 7 in the morning, every morning No flying up the motorway, I'm 'ready in the bando Patterned, early shift Ain't nothin' better than a good morning Nah, she ain't tryna go back to work in the morning I'm touring, no sleep 'til the morning My niggas bag work in the morning You know my back hurts in the morning My youngins mash work in the morning Got racks in the morning, I got packs in the morning He lacked in the morning, he got wrapped in the morning Look, you know I'm stacking racks in the morning I'm yawning, tryna get roaring, the morning Yo, she wakes me up with 'ucky in the morning No lie, she got me feeling lucky in the morning My little niggas sliding round with bruckies, and they touring They might wake up to a duppy in the morning The phone line's gettin' kinda jumpy in the morning I'm in London, they're in country, and they're calling I'm blessed like a Sunday in the morning I swear I went from riding on them prison busses Now I'm coming in a foreign My trap spot just held a raid in the morning She said my watch look's like it's raining and pouring Letras de cancionesThanks babe, but you can't stay 'til the morning Even 'dem paigons must rate how I'm balling But let me catch 'dem man late or the morning I'm blatantly cornin' Then go to my girl's yard and stay 'til the morning I'm coolin' here Yo, my future ain't for certain, but my jewelry's clear Nah, she ain't tryna go back to work in the morning I'm touring, no sleep 'til the morning My niggas bag work in the morning You know my back hurts in the morning My youngins mash work in the morning Got racks in the morning, I got packs in the morning He lacked in the morning, he got wrapped in the morning Look, you know I'm stacking racks in the morning I'm yawning, tryna get roaring, the morning Every single morning time, used to hit the morning grind Three scores alike, let them go for forty-five I'm a naughty guy My watch is hitting in the morning light Like it came with a torch inside On a early trip, just to serve a nick I ain't wore no dirty kicks since I saw a thirty-six My little nigga didn't wake up for his early shift Now I'm flying down the motorway to go and murder him My soldiers do what I tell them to do All this coke that I'm cookin' leave a smell in the room Yeah, I serve to them homies that be selling to you So you don't even know me but you're selling my food I'm in 7-0-2, with the incredible view Just a night in this suite, cost a set of the Loubs But no, don't get me twisted, I'm reckless and gifted It's 8 in the morning, I'm pressing and mixing Nah, she ain't tryna go back to work in the morning I'm touring, no sleep 'til the morning My niggas bag work in the morning You know my back hurts in the morning My youngins mash work in the morning Got racks in the morning, I got packs in the morning He lacked in the morning, he got wrapped in the morning Look, you know I'm stacking racks in the morning I'm yawning, tryna get roaring, the morning From Letras Mania