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5 ‘N The Mornin’

"5 ‘N The Mornin’" Lyrics by $uicideboy$

You did good, $lick

It’s a SMASH!

Pla-pla-pla-players never die

I got 5 bullets left in my 9

Grey matted glock lookin’ to fuck up someone’s spine

Mane I do this all the time

Yeah I might be cherry but my haters all pie

See the reaper smiling when you look me in my eye

Ridin’ down Marconi got my Tony on me

My whip look like heavy cream inside pepperoni

Fleetwood day dreamin’ but I’ll never let em step up on me

Shout out all my Florida and my Texas homies

Got my gut sticking out I’m from fat city

Every time I hit the block them cops is acting piggy

Blanco never left the 7th ward

From LA to New York

Yeah you know I settle scores

I try to keep y’all up to date on my escapades

PS5 up in the Escalade

Riding down esplanade

Wock up in my lemonade

Now them demons in my head they get some shade

Pull the tool out then look at the mess I made

I can’t fix shit but my desire to get high

All my homies that done died they all watch me from the sky

Life can be fucked up but I’m glad to be here

Lookin for the love but instead I see fear

Shawty saw my dick like when headlights meet deer

I told her turn around and then I pulled her rear near

I told her listen up like you got like three ears

You my whole world I can’t even see spheres

Pull up playa mackin’

Bought my bitch her back end

Whip self park

Getting head while I back in

Mane I’m getting paid just to sigh and breathe it back in

Used to cash change for some cigs $5 on pump 10

Northside superstar

Pull up just to piss em off

Shorty seen my bills I said it’s nil to what this kitchen cost

Show you how to pimp a broad

Show you how to lift a cross

Playas up suckers down

Pussies I just kill em off

Tipping 4’s on them hoes

Slick don’t usually talk a lot

Riding with some guns that turn your home into a parking lot

Fire up a swisher sweet

Eyes looking bittersweet

Broken heart shorty but it’s yet to miss a fucking beat

3 ‘n the mornin’

It’s just me and screw, mane

Too many thangs I wish that wasn’t true, mane

Been pimping keys like I’m Steven Hugh

Germans growling sounding like a European zoo

What it do

Foreign ‘cedes and a caddy slab

Caddy for my dad, bought my girl a new Macan

Northern land, southside, that’s where I began

I’m rolling vengeance that’s forever like I’m Warren Van

Sail through the south

Gold in my mouth

Ball on these hoes like I’m Luka downtown, mane

One for the money

Two 30s for pain

Xan for my nerves only way I stay sane, mane

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