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Rittz
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After Mornin' [Radio]
Take 85 north to Gwinnett to my stompin' ground People sleepin' on my counter Now it's time to wake em' up, smell the coffee ground Bout' to steal the spotlight Snort snow and the flow feel the frostbite We sellin' ice cream, I ain't talking Klondikes Crystal meth and it's crystal clear Reporting live from Gwinnett like I'm Walter Cronkite So ya'll might wanna keep a pistol near Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Devo on the board, hear the engineer What's the deal, pickle spear? Smoke a hog leg After that I'ma bounce to the crib with this bitch cause she got my dick stiffer than a frog leg Have her soundin' like she ball-gagged Bust a nut then I [?]Jimmy Carter Motherfuckers wanna look hard from they whip, but 26 I ain't playin' with you kindergartners It's the infamous Rittz, aka White Jesus [?]Jonny Valiant I hope when I come across to you Cause if you step you'll get tossed like a pasta salad So, excuse me junior, got a QP in my underwear right next to my huge kahunas And it's not for sale homie, it's personal [?]brought it through the terminal My heart's still from the bay, bay, bay all the way to the A, A, A I'ma take a little hit then I'll do a little yay', yay' Got the hookup on the customized J's Everybody look amazed when they checkin' out the footwork Sayin' who the fuck is Rittz and the Cli-N-Tel comin' out the woodwork Puffin' good herb, yuh uh yeah
I got a cup full of Captain Morgan, a mango blunt wrap filled with kush Got a gram and a half to snort and my fingernails smell like a ganja bush
I put my Xanax bars in the cellophane and when you givin' me dirty looks I'ma wash it down with this Captain Morgan, the party don't stop till After Mornin' All the ladies in the crowd raise your hand if you're tired of your man and you wish you had something new Ok, I see a couple few. You, you, you, [?]now listen All the girls with their hands in the air that is tired of their man wantin' somethin' new Congrats girl, you're invited backstage, afterwords you can fuck my crew It feel like Utopia, we livin' la vida [?], man I feel the line slide down my throat and drain, then chase it with a Crown and Coke Till my body's floatin' like a big banana boat Try to kill my high and I'ma split your cantaloupe right in half like a nut shell Tell the cops that you got drunk, fell, tried to run somewhere that's the reason for the motherfuckin' blood trail 'Rittz, just chill' I'll be in an all black presidential Caddy '06 DeVille Still with the original wheels smokin' pure kush, shit 'What's your name there white boy?' George Bush, bitch [?]it's neon green I had it in my pocket, you can smell it on my Shean John jeans My Sean John jeans, I'll beat you like a Chinese ping-pong team Now a mark tryin' to find me a ding-dong fiend with a drug habit Got some porn star [?]pills I'mma take her to the crib, get her freaky as fuck [?]tomorrow [?]boys [?]detail Some say I go overboard, and the thought that my heart might explode before When my nose was sore, I just smoked some more When my lungs are done, [?]
I got a cup full of Captain Morgan, a mango blunt wrap filled with kush Got a gram and a half to snort and my fingernails smell like a ganja bush I put my Xanax bars in the cellophane and when you givin' me dirty looks I'ma wash it down with this Captain Morgan, the party don't stop till After Mornin'
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