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8AM Lyrics - Artist : Warren Hue
Why she call my phone 8AM aye, I be yelling busy getting bred aye, damn I don't know I got headaches, let me spin you out fuck a test aye
She said she wanna give dome Nobody here at my home I said baby can you wait, I ain't really bout that whole shit, let me see your mind instead of your body, let me see your eyes yeah Yeah moves, way that she moves make me loose, I be too fresh off the suit, watch me hit fools with the troops aye, weak shit pull up I hit at your goon, watch me patrol in the room, look at my boots I do gucc, I hate these mufukin roofs, I hate these mufukin roofs yah I got trophies I'm like Kobe You be nosebleed You ain't my homie You ain't my OG Watch me move fast You won't know me She want all the bank bet her taste so expensive, she want all the stacks how she grabbed on my necklace, you came from your jet, I relax in my studio, chain be looking wet, how we sauce it up like uzi hoe Can you just get out my frame, wide lens with the slime gang, you really wanna find fame, attitude not my lane, shake wave imma vibrate, bass zoom like an i8, flyest kid better migrate If you in this coup you ain't passenger side You ain't in this ride aye I might drive at night aye Just to see the dark roads Nowhere else to go now I just wanna know Know She don't wanna go japan She don't wanna hold my hand ya I just wanna go and dance I don't wanna pop no xans ya Pull up with my shawty I don't want nobody Can you get around me Can you be my sound please Why she call my phone 8AM aye, I be yelling busy getting bred aye, damn I don't know I got headaches, let me spin you out fuck a test aye Why she call my phone 8AM aye, I be yelling busy getting bred aye, damn I don't know I got headaches, let me spin you out fuck a test aye |
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