Nipsey Hussle - 4 in the Mornin

It's that four in the morning shit

Uh, I'm off this Red Bull
I got a head full
A nigga stressed out, let's get this bed full
Sexual healing, so appealing
You a bad bitch, I'm a real nigga
Tell me that you love me
I tell you the same
That's a fucking shame
We both runnin' game
I just want your pleasure
You just want my pain
I just want you all for me and you just want the same
Let's take a flight, let's live this life
Let's get a hotel, let's both spend a night
I'm a busy nigga, you a busy girl
It's a fast life we livin' in this busy world
We in my fast car, you ain't no fast broad
You got yo' heart broke, he did yo' ass wrong
Plus yo' dad gone, let me be yo' daddy
I wanna see you happy, we both come from broken families
You can tell the truth, I'ma tell it too
We gon' smoke this weed 'til they kick us out the room
Like fuck it, that's life
Fuckin' tonight, we fuckin' right?
You fuckin' right
I ain't gon' lie to you, I know I'm fly to you
Nah, fuck that girl, I'm the sky to you
Ocean in the clouds, birds and the bees
Your friends proud when they know that you fuckin' with me
I got you poppin', I'll take you shoppin'
Around the world, started on Slauson
That's real shit, real shit
I know all my real bitches feel this
Four in the morning, tell me that you want it
Bend you over, I got you moaning
You love this shit, you want this shit
You got this shit, no politics

Smoke something with you?
It's like we pourin' some more drink
Get yours, I got mine
This that real shit
Sittin' on the top floor of a fly ass hotel drunk as fuck with a bad bitch
Make you appreciate life
Nigga work hard you know, yeah
Uh
Seven days a week, we do this shit
You should do it with me
When I'm gone, shit, play this
I ain't trippin' on shit, ain't no rules in this
Fuck 'em all though
Hussle

Written by:
Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Marsha Ambrosius, Natalie Stewart, Scott Spencer Storch

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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