Ty Dolla $ign, Kurupt, Joe Moses, Glasses Malone - 6 In Da Mornin lyrics

Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.]

[Ty Dolla $ign, Kurupt, Joe Moses, Glasses Malone - 6 In Da Mornin lyrics]

Bitch, thug life
Wanna real nigga thuggin off Bud Light?
Wanna real nigga mollied up, geeked?
The four in the Babiota suite?
501's,  creesed for the guns
Bitch want a gangsta, that ain't you
Young niggas poppin, yell out whoop
If I say, nigga that's you
This is what it do though
Just me and two though
Bangin' outta two door
Stackin with the Doolo
Fresh out the slammer, Blood, think he hammer
Jerry Curl Juice
Caught sacks with their hand up
Straight on one, really really trippin
Had a couple hoes
Think he really really pimpin
YG love, beastin' off Yurman
He up all night till 6 in the morning, nigga

I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend
Got your main bitch with me
She freaky freaky
All night, we geekin' geekin'
Till 6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
Till 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', yeah

Lollypop in her mouth
Watch me take the lolly out pop this
A little juice will bring the Mally out
All she do is get there
Said put it anywhere
She just love the way it feel
I know, I know, I know, I know
That bitch is a hoe and she can just blow
My dick like a big wissle
I gotta stay up on my hustle
There's no way I trust hoes
Gotta keep my money game on too
While you walking on stilts
I be fucking like Will
I will get a Jada like Will
I kill like Will, on top of my A game
Dolla dolla bills get a Twitter follo, nigga
Shoot to kill, nigga nigga I will

I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend
Got your main bitch with me
She freaky freaky
All night, we geekin' geekin'
Till 6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
Till 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', yeah

6, more like 7 talking in tongues but the
Bitch ain't a revrend
V12 revrend, bet she rolling only GT
Holla at ma
Power in the city niggas think I'm hot
Work in the streets, niggas think I'm Rick
You cal her baby, but that's my bitch
D Gang, that's my clique
Had side hoes like that's my shit
Shit, where the tissue
You gon need them, once you get your issue
Pistol on my waist, pistol in her perse
Click click pow, nigga hit you where it hurts
Clique dripped out
Got the Blood homies with us never ever

I'm goin' off the deep end
Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend
Got your main bitch with me
She freaky freaky
All night, we geekin' geekin'
Till 6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin'
Till 6 in da mornin'
6 in da mornin', 6 in da mornin', yeah
Yeah

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