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up in the mornin' girl
and the DJ playin' that song,
now what you gon' do?
Mama, get, get, get it poppin'
Mama, get, get, get it poppin'
It's two up in the mornin', girl
And the DJ playin' her song
Now, what you gonna do?
Mama, get, get, it poppin'
Mama, get, it
I got that vinyl in an American
Express car
Mommy, you can get whatever you like
Plus, I got that all -black Phantom
It's tinted on four sides,
get hit, kiss it,
they can see us inside
Mommy, tell me, do you like it?
I know you like it
It's written all over your face,
don't fight it
You like it more than I like it,
so put it all over your face, don't bite it
From rags to riches,
car packed with bitches,
had to bag them digits,
her head game is vicious
And we can get it poppin'
in the bathroom,
don't be selfish, my,
go ahead and pass it to him
Then we can all fuck,
it's like a million on my neck,
got all of these bitches all struck
We pissy drunk off a seraphine,
I'm up in VIP
and these bitches is screamin', let me in
Up in the morning, girl,
and the DJ playin' that song,
now what you gon' do?
I'ma get, get, get, I'ma get,
get, get, poppin'
It's four up in the morning now
And I'm tryna go home with you
Girl, what you gon' do?
I'ma get, get, poppin'
I'ma get, get, poppin'
Get it poppin', get hit or drop it
It's written all over your face,
don't stop it
Just drop it, more like it's hot, miss
Kick in the door with the four -four,
messin' with Joe
Now this chick got her ass so fat
In fact, I put a drink on it
and I came right back
She would never talk to a lame like that
In my ear screamin' how you got
a name like crack
Similar to Mike Jones
Say my name enough,
then I'm takin' you home
You know I walk, where I talk,
where I sleep
With the chrome,
one squeeze and you're gone
What I look like, not takin' that lease
Three to six women at the club with me
Now we back to the fuck pack,
call it the fuck pack
Cause all these bitches fuckin' with me,
talk to them girls
Up in the mornin', girl
And the DJ playin' that song
I'm a kick, kick, get it poppin' boy
I'm a kick, kick, get it poppin'
Well it's two up in the mornin'
And them niggas tired hatin' your crew
Nigga, what you gon' do?
I'm a kick, kick, get
Yeah, what you gon' do?
I'm a kick, kick, get it
Now when the door swing open
with that awkward motion
What you call it?
Suicide, it's a suicide
And if them niggas talk shit
cause they drunk off that potion
They committin' suicide,
it's a suicide
Let's get it poppin' my niggas
I gotta shawty my niggas
I feel sorry for your mother,
give a fuck what you say
Spin your head back,
promote you on a videotape
It's four up in the morning, girl
And the DJ playing that song,
now what you gon' do?
I'm a get, get, get a poppin'
I'm a get, get, get a poppin'
It's four up in the morning, now
And I'm tryna go home with you, girl
What you gon' do?
I'm a get, get, get a poppin'
I'm a get, get, get a poppin'
Yeah, it's K .A .C .T., Cafe Matarano's,
all my people there partying
All the party people across the world,
ladies, things of that nature