Four In The Morning

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JMS TMS - Rock, Rap

Four In The Morning

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[Intro] Oh It's that Champagne and Cocaine shit It's that fundamental shit Bitch [Verse 1] Tell 'em I said hello, I'ma boat it, a pebble I am on another level, rocking heavy metal Pitbull drinking kettles with some chicks that since the [?] We fuck 'em then we did 'em like we never ever met 'em Got that cliquo for my people getting over root of all evil This shit make me peaceful like I'm living a beetle Got that lining in my pеn and I'm spitting out the venom Herе's the root for you to choke Man, I'm such a fucking gentleman Damn, what the fuck is up? Haters always shut 'em up, I can tell you 'bout the game You just gotta huddle up, big shot of tequila touching biscuit They put my shit up like vroom-vroom, start 'em up Vroom-vroom, start 'em up, you all ready, baby and I'm flying through the city with a chick that looks like Nicki With some tig-ol-big old titties, she snitching on her Vicky Meaning I could see her vickies while she smoking on some sticky And her favorite rapper's Biggie So, vroom-vroom, turn it up Vroom-vroom, turn 'em up I told her I like jigga, she said "Where you think he got it from?" [Interlude] Four in the morning, smoke one My nigga, pour a glass I love feeling whatever you feel It's never the wrong feeling, true shit [Verse 2] I just keep on rolling, hoping that nobody see me Keep a pair of shades above my face, I make this look too easy Ladies in bikinis, they get freaky when they meet me But I get the heebie-jeebies every time they wanna keep me You may not believe me, you may think it's over TV Til some buzzer in your face like it's a TV that's in 3D Shocker (shocker), there ain't no competing And the haters that were hating They just said that they'll be leaving My pen is getting deadly and a couple people met me Said they see me going to the top but they don't wanna let me I say it's undebateable, fuck 'em, I am hater-proof KIll the competition, no funeral, save the suit Bunch of pretty rich girls in my hotel I don't know well with a mirror full of coke And I'm just hoping that this go well There really is no "oh, well" is they go tell 'bout my hotel 'Cause if they come on knockin, i don't they they'll use the doorbell Straight from the show, women that I don't know I am just being disrespectful, I call just call a [?] Go! [Outro] We doin', we doin shit unconventional I mean, this is the mixtape So song structure goes right out the window You know? Standing goes right out the window

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  • JMS TMS