| Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
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| She ain’t got a whip tell her put the service on you
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| Have you singing the soprano, I’ll have you out by two
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| She said Hallelujah, my baby come through
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| Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
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| She ain’t got a whip tell her put the service on you
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| Have you singing the soprano, I’ll have you out by two
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| She said Hallelujah, my baby come through
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| Eyes opened up to the sunshine
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| My mind try’na unwind
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| Try’na pull up on you one time for the one time
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| Pick you up before lunch time
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| Good morning
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| Got up out of bed, thank God I got going
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| 'Bout the only reason that I would keep snoring
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| Is to get back to the good dream you’re in
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| You know what they say?
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| It ain’t no rest for the wicked
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| Up late, but I’m with it
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| We could get our Chief on
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| Game day, but the first play we gotta kick it
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| Got me like oooh
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| Finish my breakfast and I’ma turn the block like Tetris
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| To pull up on you-uu
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| You deserve full service
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| And I’ma come with all the extras
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| Lay hands on you in the driveway
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| You could be delivered like a FedEx package
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| Tell you when I put it in the GPS
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| And hit you with an ETA to that exact address
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| Early like a bird (Like a bird)
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| Don’t really got any doubts (Alright?)
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| You’re preaching to the choir
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| You give me the word
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| I be running out the house
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| Lord, Jesus it’s a fire
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| Girl, I’m on the way, aye
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| Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
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| She ain’t got a whip tell her put the service on you
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| Have you singing the soprano, I’ll have you out by two
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| She said Hallelujah, my baby come through
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| Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
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| She ain’t got a whip tell her put the service on you
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| Have you singing the soprano, I’ll have you out by two
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| She said Hallelujah, my baby come through
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| This so eager
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| Chain on Jesus
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| Blessed I’m baptized
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| Straight up out that water like Peter
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| Told her I don’t need her
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| Straight like a needle
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| Now they got me writing here singing like I need her
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| All these singing ritas
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| Begging me to bring 'em
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| This ex-ill black gordita, peter
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| Mac on my seats look zebra
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| Feet look cheetah
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| Dreds like I’m straight up 'bout to king 'em
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| Queen like Latifah
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| We ain’t had no clothes like Eden
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| Adam and the Eve is back for the evening
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| Morning and the 3PM
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| Smoking on Kalifah
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| Run to the bag, trick or treat it
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| We don’t need a remix
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| Told her this the G-mix
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| I wanna hear you shout when I sing it
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| Yeah
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| Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
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| She ain’t got a whip tell her put the service on you
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| Have you singing the soprano, I’ll have you out by two
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| She said Hallelujah, my baby come through
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| Popped up lit, like Sunday morning, like ooh
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| She ain’t got a whip tell her put the service on you
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| Have you singing the soprano, I’ll have you out by two
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| She said Hallelujah, my baby come through |