$NOT - ROADRUNNER + (Lyrics) | We Are Lyrics

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Outro Track: Chop Daily - Right By You:
• Chop Daily x Wusu x MM...
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Sample: • Early in the Mornin - ...
Black Prison Songs from the Mississippi State Penitentiary Recorded by Alan Lomax
LYRICS:
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[Intro: Alan Lomax]
Well, it's early in the mor-, in the mornin'
Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama
Well, I have misery, Berta
in a my right side, well-a.
Well-a, Lordy, Lordy-Berta
Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin'
Well, it's Lord, Lordy-Rosie
Well, it's, oh Lord, Gal, well-a
He's gonna rise and fly, oh sugar
He's gonna rise and fly, oh baby
Well the eagle on the dol-, on the dollar mama
He's gonna rise and fly, well-a
[Chorus: $NOT]
Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now
Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wildin' on n*ggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these n*ggas off, wait (Yuh)
F*ckin' your bitch, f*ckin' that b*tch, no fame (Yuh)
She suckin' my d*ck so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Comin' up in this b*tch with that precise aim (Right)
F*ck these f*ckboys and fuck these b*tches, they be lame
[Post-Chorus: $NOT]
Roadrunnin' the road, like bro with drama with hoes (Yuh)
Rock up on my sh*t and see [?] scope (Phew)
Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh)
Brodies f*ck up and these b*tches leave me alone (Uh)
[Verse: $NOT]
You a dumb n*gga (Man), leave a hole in your chest (Yeah)
When you walk around the block, n*ggas know who the best (Uh-huh)
You a lil' boy (Lil' boy), can't f*ck with Billy Boys (Uh-uh)
When you walk around the block, you got little toys
Itty bitty boy (Bitty boy), [?] ho ([?] ho)
I beat the p*ssy though, I make the pressure blow (Pressure blow)
N*gga, what you know? (What you know?) N*gga, let me know (Let me know)
I got two Glocks, switchblades in my clothes (In my clothes)
[Chorus: $NOT]
Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now
Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wildin' on n*ggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these n*ggas off, wait (Yuh)
F*ckin' your b*tch, f*ckin' that b*tch, no fame (Yuh)
She suckin' my d*ck so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Comin' up in this b*tch with that precise aim (Right)
F*ck these f*ckboys and f*ck these b*tches, they be lame

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