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letra de top of the morning - talibando

[intro]
(put that sh-t out)
(his mama named him clay, i’ma call him clay)

[chorus: talibando]
yeah, top of the morning
no pancakes, still wake up and pour the syrup
make me a play in the ‘burbs
somethin’ like a street poet the way i be playin’ with words (yeah)
i done had my heart broken before, but bein’ broke, that sh-t hurt me the worst (no cap)
i remember losing bags back-to-back, i thought they had gave me a curse
[verse 1: talibando]
all hustle, no luck (no luck)
sellin’ pure raw, no cut (no cut)
i was shakin’ the bag and n-ggas was mad
they hate i was runnin’ it up (haters)
i just counted up, it ain’t enough (it ain’t)
one slip-up and a n-gga back to the basics
free all my dogs out thе cages
f-ck anybody, whoever was makin’ thеm statements (free gang)
n-ggas really finished, need to face it (yeah)
i just rolled a three-five, i’ma face it
did some f-cked-up sh-t in the past
if i had the chance, i still wouldn’t go back and change it (i wouldn’t)
still check the trap on the daily
get up and grind every day, i ain’t lazy (i ain’t)
and i don’t need n-ggas to owe me no favors
so you know it’s f-ck you, pay me
yeah, f-ck that b-tch good, make her crazy
she said she hate me, i don’t even let the sh-t faze me (at all)
i left her, she text me she miss me
i stay on the road, my life really busy
if rappin’ don’t work, i’ma trap ’til i’m sixty (shh)
i don’t want n-ggas around me that’s iffy
i can go harder than this, don’t tempt me (no)
bring out the cuban, put up the rope (ooh)
dior on my shoes, dior on my coat
i’m drinkin’ lean, let your ho drive the boat
you be all on her back, i’m all in her throat (haha)
we in a v12, how fast can it go? (skrrt)
i got the gas mask, i can walk through the smoke
n-ggas in the d league tryna ball with the pros
me and gang, we in a league of our own
it ain’t money, why is you callin’ my phone?
[chorus: talibando]
yeah, top of the morning
no pancakes, still wake up and pour the syrup
make me a play in the ‘burbs
somethin’ like a street poet the way i be playin’ with words (yeah)
i done had my heart broken before, but bein’ broke, that sh-t hurt me the worst (no cap)
i remember losing bags back-to-back, i thought they had gave me a curse

[verse 2: samuel shabazz]
my young n-gga r-t-rded
he’ll get it started, he’ll come shoot up the party
make a n-gga wap like cardi
i keep a 40, my b-tch a cougar or somethin’
these n-ggas hate on me
peel off somethin’, i ain’t even did nothin’
you ain’t gotta wait on me
get no money, please don’t do that for me
my b-tch can go f-ck on my n-ggas
and i get the millions, that don’t really hurt my feelings
my b-tch can go f-ck on my dog
i wouldn’t care at all, the way i need it all, this law
pockets packed wall to wall
havin’ a godd-mn ball and all
i went unlisted
you can’t see it ‘less i send it
i been tryna go and get it
i been dyin’ not to miss it
explain my mind, i’m doin’ fine
don’t waste no time, on the clock countin’ benjis, yeah
i ain’t poured, i sip it
i keep a b-tch, keep riskin’ it
st. clair fresco, i make a call and he come paint your fitted
you ain’t got it all right now, don’t call me
how the f-ck n-ggas get a shot and they stallin’?
that new whip, j’s drivin’ it stolen
i’m just slappin’, they mad i’m stylin’
i just put some money to the side, profile it
she gon’ give me face on the side, profilin’
please don’t worry about me, i got it
i was lookin’ for my perc’ and i popped it
it was me and bando out in miami
this lil’ b-tch don’t want me, she want telly
i give a b-tch just d-ck, no fetty
b-tch, you ain’t talkin’ me up, you petty
b-tch can’t match my fly, you dead it
b-tch, you ain’t turnt, you quiet, you deady
hurt n-gga look up to me and i get it
still worth more than you n-ggas when i’m finished
[chorus: talibando]
yeah, top of the morning
no pancakes, still wake up and pour the syrup
make me a play in the ‘burbs
somethin’ like a street poet the way i be playin’ with words (yeah)
i done had my heart broken before, but bein’ broke, that sh-t hurt me the worst (no cap)
i remember losing bags back-to-back, i thought they had gave me a curse

- talibando

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