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[00:13.02]I say I woke up in the mornin'
[00:15.00]And I gave my B***h some head
[00:17.07]Then I count that bag
[00:18.81]I got lots of bread
[00:20.46]Money in my bed
[00:22.23]I got lots of bread
[00:23.97]I got lots of bread
[00:25.65]I got lots of bread
[00:27.30]Last time she seen me
[00:29.10]I was duckin' feds
[00:30.78]Told that B***h to hide me
[00:32.31]I know that B***h was scared
[00:34.17]Money in my bed
[00:36.30]Motherf**k the feds
[00:37.92]Motherf**k the feds
[00:39.39]Motherf**k the feds
[00:41.49]Motherf**k the feds
[00:42.36]I can't get locked up again
[00:43.92]But if I got it in my hands
[00:45.81]Click clack then I'm sprayin'
[00:47.49]Make sure that I leave you layin'
[00:49.59]Then shoot up your mans
[00:50.97]Hundred grand in my pants
[00:52.80]Don't reach for it again
[00:54.36]Know I'ma shoot off your hands
[00:56.04]Slutty Boyz I be with them
[00:57.75]I be getting on feats with them
[00:59.46]I be totin' heat with them
[01:01.14]Then sit down and feast with them
[01:02.85]Them bullets I leave in him
[01:04.62]If he say that he blowin' glizzy's
[01:06.36]I know that he freeze with them
[01:08.07]B***h
[01:08.37]Slutty Boyz and Glory Boyz
[01:10.02]That's D C to Drillinois
[01:11.43]We ain't talkin' s**t
[01:12.51]We kill them boys
[01:13.41]Cockin' guns back
[01:14.28]Then drillin' boys
[01:15.09]You ain't killin' boys
[01:16.02]You killin' noise
[01:16.77]Straight head shots
[01:17.67]We kill them boys
[01:18.51]Wanna get in touch
[01:19.38]Bullets fill them boys
[01:20.28]Smokin' loud packs
[01:21.03]Can't hear them boys
[01:22.05]I wake up gettin' head
[01:23.64]TEC live under my bed
[01:25.23]Hundred rounds double tread
[01:27.12]I leave a n***a dead
[01:29.19]If he f**kin' with my bread
[01:30.54]And on my daughter head
[01:32.10]I ain't never talked to feds
[01:34.17]Put that on my mans
[01:35.55]I say I woke up in the mornin'
[01:37.29]And I gave my B***h some head
[01:39.33]Then I count that bag
[01:40.68]I got lots of bread
[01:42.75]Money in my bed
[01:44.52]I got lots of bread
[01:46.26]I got lots of bread
[01:47.94]I got lots of bread
[01:49.59]Last time she seen me
[01:51.39]I was duckin' feds
[01:53.04]Told that B***h to hide me
[01:54.60]I know that B***h was scared
[01:56.55]Money in my bed
[01:58.26]Motherf**k the feds
[01:59.13]Motherf**k the feds
[02:01.71]Motherf**k the feds
[02:03.24]Slutty Boyz and GBE we runnin' duckin' feds
[02:06.45]I got 30 in my pocket I probably pop at ya head doe
[02:09.99]Yeah ho keep some stripper B*****s in my bed doe
[02:13.56]Crazy thing about this life is that I should be dead doe
[02:16.86]But f**k it doe
[02:17.91]I ain't never scared B***h we up now
[02:20.43]When you get high with GBE it be no comin' down
[02:24.15]I make your B***h eat my B***h P***y cause I run s**t
[02:27.27]Just look who I'm runnin' with
[02:28.95]A hundred clip 3hunna s**t
[02:30.75]Fat Gleesh I keep heat and I pray you stay away
[02:33.90]I'm in SouthEast on the couch asleep or I might be on South Beach
[02:37.62]Either way countin' plenty cake
[02:39.24]Steak and shrimp on my dinner plate
[02:41.07]Rental whip just to get away
[02:42.69]Start late finish late
[02:44.46]But f**k that I'm success
[02:45.99]And I'm upset cause you suspect
[02:47.85]You got rich got locked up
[02:49.41]Went bankrupt what's next
[02:51.33]I know where I go get strapped up in that Tahoe
[02:54.75]Meet me on P Street in AG I'm Pablo
[02:57.66]I say I woke up in the mornin'
[02:59.58]And I gave my B***h some head
[03:01.65]Then I count that bag
[03:03.00]I got lots of bread
[03:05.07]Money in my bed
[03:06.84]I got lots of bread
[03:08.55]I got lots of bread
[03:10.26]I got lots of bread
[03:11.91]Last time she seen me
[03:13.68]I was duckin' feds
[03:15.36]Told that B***h to hide me
[03:16.92]I know that B***h was scared
[03:18.84]Money in my bed
[03:20.91]Motherf**k the feds
[03:22.65]Motherf**k the feds
[03:24.36]Motherf**k the feds

文本歌词


I say I woke up in the mornin'
And I gave my B***h some head
Then I count that bag
I got lots of bread
Money in my bed
I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread
Last time she seen me
I was duckin' feds
Told that B***h to hide me
I know that B***h was scared
Money in my bed
Motherf**k the feds
Motherf**k the feds
Motherf**k the feds
Motherf**k the feds
I can't get locked up again
But if I got it in my hands
Click clack then I'm sprayin'
Make sure that I leave you layin'
Then shoot up your mans
Hundred grand in my pants
Don't reach for it again
Know I'ma shoot off your hands
Slutty Boyz I be with them
I be getting on feats with them
I be totin' heat with them
Then sit down and feast with them
Them bullets I leave in him
If he say that he blowin' glizzy's
I know that he freeze with them
B***h
Slutty Boyz and Glory Boyz
That's D C to Drillinois
We ain't talkin' s**t
We kill them boys
Cockin' guns back
Then drillin' boys
You ain't killin' boys
You killin' noise
Straight head shots
We kill them boys
Wanna get in touch
Bullets fill them boys
Smokin' loud packs
Can't hear them boys
I wake up gettin' head
TEC live under my bed
Hundred rounds double tread
I leave a n***a dead
If he f**kin' with my bread
And on my daughter head
I ain't never talked to feds
Put that on my mans
I say I woke up in the mornin'
And I gave my B***h some head
Then I count that bag
I got lots of bread
Money in my bed
I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread
Last time she seen me
I was duckin' feds
Told that B***h to hide me
I know that B***h was scared
Money in my bed
Motherf**k the feds
Motherf**k the feds
Motherf**k the feds
Slutty Boyz and GBE we runnin' duckin' feds
I got 30 in my pocket I probably pop at ya head doe
Yeah ho keep some stripper B*****s in my bed doe
Crazy thing about this life is that I should be dead doe
But f**k it doe
I ain't never scared B***h we up now
When you get high with GBE it be no comin' down
I make your B***h eat my B***h P***y cause I run s**t
Just look who I'm runnin' with
A hundred clip 3hunna s**t
Fat Gleesh I keep heat and I pray you stay away
I'm in SouthEast on the couch asleep or I might be on South Beach
Either way countin' plenty cake
Steak and shrimp on my dinner plate
Rental whip just to get away
Start late finish late
But f**k that I'm success
And I'm upset cause you suspect
You got rich got locked up
Went bankrupt what's next
I know where I go get strapped up in that Tahoe
Meet me on P Street in AG I'm Pablo
I say I woke up in the mornin'
And I gave my B***h some head
Then I count that bag
I got lots of bread
Money in my bed
I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread
I got lots of bread
Last time she seen me
I was duckin' feds
Told that B***h to hide me
I know that B***h was scared
Money in my bed
Motherf**k the feds
Motherf**k the feds
Motherf**k the feds

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