Royal BlaQQ - Sunday Morning Rap

To a Mili
Thittt!
Sunday morning
Summer morning
Got that girl screaming horny
Relaxing and she gave me head
Walking make me feel dead
Niggas weird feed them led
Write your will instead of rap
Retarded flow, spit it back
Just like a slave I got your back
Run these bags like running back
Niggas mad cause I flip stacks
Fuck your baby momma you can have her back
That Pussi wack
I could never stay and chat
When money is the way to move
Rap like I got shit to prove
End up on the morning news
Fucking with me and my crew
Boy I can dismantle you
With no hands could handle you
A boss so I can manage you
You work for me I fire you
Make you cry then hire you
Act like there's no better you
Then laugh HA! embarrass you
Leaning back like Jamba Juice
Add a four and then I'm cool
Feeling like I'm sonic racing to blue faces, Ouh
Flow deeper then a pool
But you landed in pacific though
You never heard a better flow
Boy I got that biggie flow
It's really not a biggie tho
Saving up that piggie tho
Piggy bank I flipped that now headed to a milli hoe
Now you never been a hoe?
Lying through your only teeth
Girls be lying niggas weak
Wonder why there's in between
Sunday morning
Summer morning
Got that girl screaming, horny
Relaxing and she gave me head
Walking make me feel dead
Niggas weird feed them led
Write your will instead of rap
Retarded flow, spit it back
Just like a slave I got your back!
I am the one they believe in
Chasing my dreams like I'm dreaming
I try to be a angel
But they just want to see demon
Had to stop fucking with people, because all they commit is treason
Twenty four years young
Man I'm so glad I'm still breathing
Rare form!

Written by:
Ky'Eric Baynes

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