
Top Of The Morning Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Say start my day, wake and bake, zoom and get the cake
Niggas scheme up off your plate then smile up in yo face
Niggas perpetrate the fake, never will I make
Friends with you peon pussy's nigga I need backends
I beat it till she scream I rock her world like Michael Jackson
Take it from the lions mouth I'm flexing like I'm Samson
Feeling like these niggas better watch right where they stepping
Light skin lookin friendly but do niggas like a menace
Top of the morning I'm thinking of bread
Top of the morning I'm getting some head
Top of the morning that strap in my hand
Top of the morning put your ass to bed
I'm running this shit feel the shit in my legs
Getting some cake like my bitch little Deb
I'm worried bout money not worried bout friends
I would just rather go count up the deads
Lyric man chill out you tweaking again
A tweaker I know and I just might explode
I got a baddie that's good as a saint but Lyric he make her act out like a hoe
Lyric he doing what these niggas can't
Gettin some face while I'm hitting my vape
Can't fuck with a rat I'm not joining the race
Bitches they love and they hate me like Tate
Okay give no fucks if a fuck nigga hate, make a pussy nigga bleed like he that menstruation
A nigga stay down, all real no faking, live in the flesh real rare demonstration
Made her leg buckle like the bitch bo jangles, Lyric hit it good up down both angles
Hit it from the back while she grab both ankles
She be like Lyric damn boy I thank you
Top of the morning I'm thinking of bread
Top of the morning I'm getting some head
Top of the morning that strap in my hand
Top of the morning put your ass to bed
I'm running this shit feel the shit in my legs
Getting some cake like my bitch little Deb
I'm worried bout money not worried bout friends
I would just rather go count up the deads
Lyric nothing like niggas he been on some other shit
Niggas hate me I can fuck on they mother
And take out they sister and beat up they brother
I beat up the box yeah my stick I just shove it
Bumping they gums but ain't getting no money
I get some money then rap like a mummy
Beat it up beat it up stuffing her tummy
Rolling up loud fingers sticky like putty
Money, getting some money
Niggas is bummy do not fuck with buddy
He played with Lyric and niggas got bloody
This not what you want little nigga trust me
Do niggas in like he Solomon Grundy
And that's any day nigga Monday to Sunday
Blowing my loud while a nigga in public
I live what I did like your bitch I just fucked it
And, promise that the nigga won't do nun
Want to go to war nigga lace your boots up
Throw grenade fuck around and get blew up
Run a fade and a leave a nigga with a crew cut aye
That's what I said nigga that's what I did
Smoke em like bud we do not fuck with cigs
Joints like a tree, you be smoking a twig
At the end of the day bitch I'm going to bed
Top of the morning I'm thinking of bread
Top of the morning I'm getting some head
Top of the morning that strap in my hand
Top of the morning put your ass to bed
I'm running this shit feel the shit in my legs
Getting some cake like my bitch little Deb
I'm worried bout money not worried bout friends
I would just rather go count up the deads
Lyric man chill out you tweaking again
A tweaker I know and I just might explode
I got a baddie that's good as a saint but Lyric he make her act out like a hoe
Lyric he doing what these niggas can't
Gettin some face while I'm hitting my vape
Can't fuck with a rat I'm not joining the race
Bitches they love and they hate me like Tate