B.A.R.T - The Morning (remix) lyrics

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B.A.R.T - The Morning (remix) lyrics

[Bridge] [Verse 1: Lay-Z] Man, everything good when you're not from the hood Black hoodies black thoughts boyz in the hood Skytzo gang up in this motherf**er what a disaster Bang bang charisma attack soon as we enter Maybe it´s the swag or maybe reputation She recognize the team now she's ready for some action Life of the party yeah we bringing motivation b**h we came to ball poppin' bottle from the mall And If it´s a n***a birthday we're gonna ball till we fall And we're gonna do it again until the f**ing break of dawn Damn I'm on one call me JD's padawane It´s layz sama aka master yoda Wake up in the morning dick to the ceiling Thank god I'm still living Hangover got me game over But I dont give a f** I'd rather live fast and die younger [Bridge] [Verse 2: Yung Jiggy] Ok I'm chilling with my n***as trynna f** the beat Yeah I'm from the bled, ain't from the street Ghost in my dream, I k** him like in bleach Yo ex wanna s** so I f**ed her like a b**h Pimpin on my verse but I practice what I preach Oh hell no, I practice what I teach Hoes on my phone go pick and choose b**h pay attention you walking on my shoes So I'm cleanin my sneakers Make it white like justin bieber Flow super ugly, bad hoes love me So I k** em, k** em like chucky And they come back, return of the mummy Mummy, yeah it's funny Funny as bugs bunny I don't chase carrots I run after money Yeah, call me kobe cuz I go in But I lebron hoes give em no rings [Bridge] [Verse 3: B.A.R.T] SKYTZOOO Morning Mr Skytzo, Bottles on the table You only live once, who gives a f** about tomorrow I don't need to pause life ain't photos Back in the lab sippin vodka H2O We the Black Ops Xbox 36-0 This how you hold the hangover when you've crossed Chao Roll a space stick than pa** it to tha n***a Low Then pa** it to this ho Cause I guess she wants to blow- Job in the bathroom, dick gettin cleaned up And if the weed's to loud tell this b**h "Shut The f** Up" Excuse my skytzophenia, I'm a manic matter fact Jack Daniel's wrote a script and show me how to act React slowly, step by step You didn't got caught watchin p**n on the web Oh well, we don't mind about it Girl we're so body body It's a party party Gin poured lodi dodi [Bridge] Heading to the top Till we get the money pop Champagne for the pain, the sorrow and the gain And the name and the fame, self made never shamed We the drug so claimed, gotta gun so aimed In the world so blamed Underestimate never ever had a date June 31st [Outro: Kanye West] I treat the label like money from my shows GOOD woulda been God except I added more O's If I knew she was cheatin and still bought her more clothes It's cause I was too busy with my Baltimore, you know Some people call that the art of war, you know I guess it depends what you fallin' for, the clothes? Cars, money, girls and the clothes Aw money, you sold your soul Nah man, mad people was frontin Goddamn, we made something from nothing

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