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Did he have hands?Did he have a face?Yes, than it wasn't usBernard Goetz Gazelle's on.45 In the bag, mask for murderSacks Willy jury is all reallyRich nigga's paying for the teamSniff the eighth and feed LilyLily is a cocaine WillyWho got mad connects in a small town in PhillyOctopus soul sister rock a pussGhost outside parked verticalYeah, the Jakes'll murder youFour to five hundred bricks, dicks come in with no tie onThat symbolizes the wire onAll Krylon heat my lings bling 500 feet awayHit the church steeples in the DBrand new shells onA python, a FiskerTwist from the Astons, made for the listenerOr rather yeah, the driver, suicide riderB bums and Wally's me she lost colleagues4 in the morningSongtexte4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morningBlow hands, the stove is a roasterWhere bottles whip in motionMay cause 'drop him in the ocean'Irish blood gangsters, the roulettesCooler moving through TexasGrandmother she Mex-ish, yupTablets, krills, bath salts, last call, get itDrugs flying minutes like a fastballSmash all I will remain clean, the status calmI do it for niggas who last long, last Don'sChill Kings in the chair, cigars in the airThis the last part with snakes that'll break any mans armWhich way the grass growin'We've sown enough and now we're farmersWho come through with lawn mowers and armor4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morningYeah, I used to move cracksSort diesel and gatsRunnin' trains on them hood rat bitches up in his trapWe used to blow 'em outFiends comin' in hike with they seized biteWith residue stuck all on they pipe4 In the mornin' when the gates start jumpin'Dustheads lurkin' and the fiends start thumpin'And it seems like the fiends, he own Cream so they jumpin'Bean told Cream he stole green so he cut 'emDitch him Star, souflee'd one half of his cheekboneNow he talkin' out the side of his mouthBut yo, peep homes, stuckFly dust, that's four finger nuggetsWith plastic stuffed in the Kangol bucketsDirty burners on, gloves and scannersSmart mouth, Teymor bitches in the back gettin' sandwichedAfter a dick suck accountantIn the wee hours, backing up mountains 4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning4 in the morning Aus Songtexte Mania