Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NWA, artist - Yung Booke
Date of issue: 13.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
NWA |
I woke up this morning, and caught me a case |
Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck up my day |
Hoggin up the lane, like «get the fuck out my way» |
Screamin «fuck 12», like NWA |
Whole lotta money, the bitch came with that |
Got pints on the front seat, yeah, I ride with that |
Told her I don’t wanna fuck, but she persistent with it |
My bitch out in Atlanta, I put her back in her place |
That where I’m from, my hood in the place |
That Ruger 9, sit right there on my waist |
If a nigga playin, Imma catch me a case |
Got them bankrolls on me, like «fuck a Visa» |
I told you everything, but them police, yeah |
I scuba dive in the pussy, aquafina |
No joke with the scope, spot a nigga like a Chita |
No car that I cop don’t got a push button to start |
Got my hoodie on, I feel like Trayvon Marton |
A nigga with an aditude, I’m not no regular artist |
I gotta cock my pistol back, a nigga dangerous |
I woke up this morning, and caught me a case |
Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck up my day |
Hoggin up the lane, like «get the fuck out my way» |
Screamin «fuck 12», like NWA |
Whole lotta money, the bitch came with that |
Got pints on the front seat, yeah, I ride with that |
Told her I don’t wanna fuck, but she persistent with it |
Woke up quick, a bankhead in the Chevy with a couple of goons |
Gotta get payed before the day begin |
Baby mama keep bitchin about my friends |
Pull up in the trap, move a couple of dimes |
Just got his head busted for a bottle of wine |
Gettin high, you can get what you asked for |
Just yell 12 for the police and the task force |
Breakin the spead limit, jumpin in the Phantom |
Can’t let them catch me, on my worent, that’s my second offence |
OK I’m trappin, but I’m payin my probation with this |
Dope boys in the hood, man, we stay in some shit |
I woke up this morning, and caught me a case |
Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck up my day |
Hoggin up the lane, like «get the fuck out my way» |
Screamin «fuck 12», like NWA |
Whole lotta money, the bitch came with that |
Got pints on the front seat, yeah, I ride with that |
Told her I don’t wanna fuck, but she persistent with it |
If you fuck on the first night, that mean you a hoe |
Bitch I ain’t heard of you, I just focus on gettin my doe |
We on that street money grind, I pour a fuckinn 4 |
Bankroll in my pocket right now, I could buy like 4 hoes |
She say she only fuck with bosses, cause she came from bosses |
I turn around, and ask what that Lean cost |
My chain, my watch and my motherfuckin ring |
Boss stand with the Glock, and my trap phone ring |
Back to back on them trucks, like we from Harlem |
Sellin dope, I pull up for them dollars |
I woke up this morning, and caught me a case |
Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck up my day |
Hoggin up the lane, like «get the fuck out my way» |
Screamin «fuck 12», like NWA |
Whole lotta money, the bitch came with that |
Got pints on the front seat, yeah, I ride with that |
Told her I don’t wanna fuck, but she persistent with it |