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"Early Morning Gettin' It" is a track by Chief Keef, from the album Finally Rollin 2, released 14th November 2015. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Early morning Early morning Early morning getting it In the fucking kitchen [Verse] Early morning getting it, riding with the semi Choppa tat your face, make you look like Stitches Foe'nem got the pigeons, flying through my kitchen We come through as ravens, they die when we get there Get up, nigga, don’t sit down, I just fucked your bitch there The category of stable, nah, I ain’t in there I got monkey nuts, and I got hell pans Make your jailhouse rock, base it up, Presley Elvis Early morning coke, early morning pole You early morning broke, I smoke early morning dope I got early morning seats, have a early morning feast I got late night ounces and early morning piece Hopped in my car and turn it on 'cause I need a massage All the pussy ass niggas, I’m a need a collage I'm counting on rolls, picking in my nose like I'm a fucking 'tard And I don't like smalls, everything besides my clothes gotta be a motherfucking large Early morning pouring, foe'nem bring the dope in I keep early morning phone calls, early morning cornballs Hop up out that dope, they like, "Is he snorting?", nah I think that I'm Kobe, only thing I know is ball I think I’m Tiger Woods, all the things I know is go I think I'm Marino, only thing I know is throw Put me in a top ten quarterbacks of all time I got me a sawed-off chopper, I got a me sharp .9 I got me some dumb bitches, I got me some smart ones too Pistol '911, knock your homie down, he fall on you You said you ain't with this shit like I spilled drink, it’s all on you Like Snell, challenge Jordan to a game, don't make me ball on you Take an early morning pistol too, where‘s my spine? Not feeling you You from my class, then I'm billing you, Hilary, I'm killing you Early morning cappin' and early morning traffic Late night .223, early morning MAC-10 Off early morning juice, you sip early morning booze I got late night rooms and early morning rooms Like game play, I need early morning assists And since I’m a asshole, I take early morning shits I got early morning lights, late night lights Like a baker who can’t bake, boy, your cake not right Went and go pick up Vanessa, and I grabbed Ronda She was too busy singing, she want me to sign her Like the horses, I got farmers, now go set your reminder Man, where the iron? Goblin when I'm firing I swear this K shoot like it’s Kobe I swear this D-E-IT shoot like Ginobilli I got the .30, Stephen Curry I'm here for teaching, he's here for learning
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