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In The Morning

Chrishan

The Love War

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro] Count the money up in the morning Just a young nigga getting money in the morning Uh, in the morning [Hook: Chrishan/Kid Ink] I wake up, in the morning (in the morning) Brush them haters off, in the morning Yeah. In the morning (in the morning) Yeah. In the morning (in the morning) (x2) [Verse 1: Chrishan] Pour it up, pour another drink Tell me how it taste, Niggas hate We know what it is, They know what it ain't Blowing dank, I might take your bitch Fuck her on a mink, Oh no wait I might take yo bitch, feed her to the team Bottles in the cooler, Models be from Aruba Got medulla out in Cuba Niggas think it's a rumor Til I pull up in the martin Stuntin' like we do ah, Girls on me I'm ready to give it to em' Hit the cool meet em' at the pool Million dollar views 50 girls back up in the room, Blowing down the flo Jacked up see me double cupped, Everything in 2′s Never lose kings never lose, Shawty what it do (Chorus) [Verse 2: Chrishan] Throw it up baby hit the flo I’ll make the merry go down down Show me how you want it, Baby row that boat Pour da mo for all these bitch niggas forever fakin Now dat I'm famous all these women stay forever naked Money by the ‘cino, Bitches from Puerto Rico Shots of the henny wash me down wit that greyho Just a young nigga with a dream from the ghetto Now I fuck bad bitches while they scream in the pillow Hit the cool meet em' at the pool Million dollar views 50 girls back up in the room, Blowing down the flo Jacked up see me double cupped, Everything in 2′s Never lose kings never lose, Shawty what it do (Chorus) [Verse 3: Kid Ink] I said I wake up in the morning Something round 2 O' clock Bout to do it big nigga you could say I do a lot Boom still loud boutta turn into a monsta Middle finger up to everybody that mocked us Now I'm on everybody roster Higher than rasta I ain't even conscious All that cheap talk I don't even pay attention We don't hold money baby Let it burn like a incense stem Close to my dreams I could feel it in inches I'm a half skinned and paid Like I'm living off a pension Like a episode of maid Yeah my life is like a TV show Up in the morning You can call me a cereal.. killer
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