Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Woke Up This Mornin' , by - Killer Mike. Release date: 07.07.2008
Song language: English
Woke Up This Mornin' |
| What’s hapnin', sweetheart? |
| High as a muh fucker |
| I got some cool shit planned, baby, just pack ya bag |
| Just throw whatever. |
| Really you’on even need to pack a bag |
| I’ma…I'ma take care of that when we get there |
| (High as a muh fucker) |
| Nah, we ain’t goin' outta town |
| We just goin' downtown |
| And then I might… be goin' downtown |
| I woke up this mornin' |
| I woke up this morning' |
| I got high as a motherfucker |
| High as a muh fucker |
| I awoke to this woman |
| I awoke to this woman |
| She was fine as a motherfucker |
| Fine as a muh fucker |
| And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked |
| And got high as a muh fucker |
| And we woke, and we spoke, and we smoked |
| And then we Fucked like a muh fucker |
| Hey baby, hey baby |
| Last night was real crazy |
| The Compound was shut down |
| The A-town was so at it |
| Niggas screamin' at Alex |
| To get in, paid a stack |
| Up in the back with the twins it was cracked |
| Roll all my blunts fat |
| Like ya ass, like ya breast |
| Got damn, how many times I’ma look at ya breast? |
| I’m trippin', Jermaine Dupree only come to ya breast |
| And I caught Beyoncé lookin' like, «That bitch fresh! |
| Who she is? |
| Where she from? |
| She a stripper I bet» |
| But to the contrary, yo man hustles and gets |
| Which enables you to whip around in that 'Vette |
| Which enable you to were such enormous baguettes |
| Which enrages them hater hoes and faggots |
| That wish they could trade places, them maggots |
| Ay, fifth of the trash |
| I got a fistful of ass |
| Reminiscing on this morning as the blunt gets passed I’m like |
| Hey cutie, hey cutie |
| Let me rub on yo booty |
| You can call anyway, we gone chill, make a movie |
| We can clean out the closet |
| Talk about a few topics |
| I’m gone admire ya brain, you gone give me some knowledge |
| A hot pepper in bed, and so sweet in the sheets |
| We in the intercontinental rental suite for a week |
| Got Room 420 buzzin' like a bumbling bee |
| The size of ya ass and beauty just astonishing me |
| You a down ass chick, hey, what mo' could you be? |
| You say, «Michael, do it to me like you punishing me» |
| Not a player, but I crush it like I’m Punisher, see |
| Fuck you to sleep |
| And wake you up with weed and something to eat |
| Okay |
| Sweet baby, sweet lady |
| Can you roll up a sweet |
| So we can reminisce on this, it’s been a hell of a week |
| You are my Louie bag lady when we in the streets |
| And Fendi freak-a-leek when we between the sheets |
| I blow you shotguns baby in ya nose and cheeks |
| And later on, like blunt smoke, you’ll be swallowing me |
| I be layin' in ya hair |
| Lookin' in ya stare |
| Facetime baby, if you need it, I’m there |
| Baby, I’ll do it |
| Till it leak fluid |
| And I’m a Superman, I make that pussy go «Yuuuuueee» |
| Window to the wall |
| Bae we did it all |
| You even had a friend to come and walk around in draws |
| Wouldn’t let me fuck her, told her «Nigga, hell nah» |
| Told me ya ain’t trust her when we made it to the mall |
| 5 bands, goddamn girl, what you bout? |
| Aww fuck it, hit the room, make love, get high, AY! |