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bl’eve brown – 4 in the mornin’ lyrics

new york city
new east coast
ayo bl’eve
man talk to these boys

imma give you what you need
my music gon’ hit you like some muhf-ckin weed
pbs on the beat, we cook it in the lab then we push it on the streets
pair of j’s on my feet, tight gold chain, gold fronts on my t–th
shorty like it, shorty peep
shorty said she like it deep
so i busted on her cheek (alright!)
hear the b-ss and the treble, my real n-ggas bump that in their jeep
shorty -ss on fleek, said she got a man so her -ss gon’ creep
they gon’ listen when i speak, they know a real n-gga from the streets
and your future lookin’ bleak, and my sh-t is lookin’ up
on my way up to my peak (alright!)

a yo i’m up till the mornin’, 4 in the mornin’
imma smoke it up till the mornin’, 4 in the mornin’
imma drink it up till the mornin’, 4 in the mornin’
imma beat it up till the mornin’, 4 in the mornin’
yo lets party up till the mornin’, 4 in the mornin’
imma smoke it up till the mornin’, 4 in the mornin’
imma drink it up till the mornin’, 4 in the mornin’
imma beat it up till the mornin’, 4 in the mornin’

my old man was a g
put me on to how to move in them streets
harlem world with them keys
out in jersey with them p’s
40 for my enemies (alright!)
east coast where i be
queen city, west end, what it be
double up, boss b
young foreva stay flee
shouts to my ogs (alright!)
feel the b-ss and the treble, my real n-ggas bump that in they jeep
bout’ to hit the telly suite
something slim real pet-te
baby girl take a seat (alright!)
show love to bl’eve
grind hard, from the burbs to the p’s
never talk to the d’s
pimp walk with a lean
stay focused on that green (alright!) yea

man, i’m burnin’ it down, 4 in the mornin’
man, i’m just messin’ around, 4 in the mornin’
i might be gettin’ the coochie, 4 in the mornin’
yo, why you eatin the booty? 4 in the mornin (alright!)
man, i’m burnin’ it down, 4 in the mornin’
man, i’m just messin’ around, 4 in the mornin’
i might be gettin’ the coochie, 4 in the mornin’
son, why you eatin the booty? 4 in the mornin

- bleve brown lyrics

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