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#$NOT - #ROADRUNNER + (#Lyrics) | #WeAreLyrics Stream this song on our Spotify playlist: https://sptfy.com/wearelyrics Outro Track: Chop Daily - Right By You:    • Chop Daily x Wusu x MMorgan x Sonzi - Righ...   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sample:    • Early in the Mornin - "22"   Black Prison Songs from the Mississippi State Penitentiary Recorded by Alan Lomax LYRICS: _______ [Intro: Alan Lomax] Well, it's early in the mor-, in the mornin' Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama Well, I have misery, Berta in a my right side, well-a. Well-a, Lordy, Lordy-Berta Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin' Well, it's Lord, Lordy-Rosie Well, it's, oh Lord, Gal, well-a  He's gonna rise and fly, oh sugar He's gonna rise and fly, oh baby    Well the eagle on the dol-, on the dollar mama    He's gonna rise and fly, well-a [Chorus: $NOT] Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh) Wildin' on n*ggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah) Umbilical cords, we cut these n*ggas off, wait (Yuh) F*ckin' your bitch, f*ckin' that b*tch, no fame (Yuh) She suckin' my d*ck so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh) Comin' up in this b*tch with that precise aim (Right) F*ck these f*ckboys and fuck these b*tches, they be lame [Post-Chorus: $NOT] Roadrunnin' the road, like bro with drama with hoes (Yuh) Rock up on my sh*t and see [?] scope (Phew) Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh) Brodies f*ck up and these b*tches leave me alone (Uh) [Verse: $NOT] You a dumb n*gga (Man), leave a hole in your chest (Yeah) When you walk around the block, n*ggas know who the best (Uh-huh) You a lil' boy (Lil' boy), can't f*ck with Billy Boys (Uh-uh) When you walk around the block, you got little toys Itty bitty boy (Bitty boy), [?] ho ([?] ho) I beat the p*ssy though, I make the pressure blow (Pressure blow) N*gga, what you know? (What you know?) N*gga, let me know (Let me know) I got two Glocks, switchblades in my clothes (In my clothes) [Chorus: $NOT] Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh) Wildin' on n*ggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah) Umbilical cords, we cut these n*ggas off, wait (Yuh) F*ckin' your b*tch, f*ckin' that b*tch, no fame (Yuh) She suckin' my d*ck so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh) Comin' up in this b*tch with that precise aim (Right) F*ck these f*ckboys and f*ck these b*tches, they be lame