Top Of The Morning Song Tiktok Lyrics


Top Of The Morning Song Tiktok Lyrics By Baby Keem, Kendrick Lamar. Top of the morning, top of the morning Top of the morning, top of the morning Hold on, let’s get this s^^t, let’s get this s^^t Let’s get this s^^t, let’s, hmm! Like what these ni^^as on, like?

Top Of The Morning Song Tiktok Lyrics

Bad bi^^h, pardon me, I say, “What’s up?”Educated, so I put her in the cutI need a girlfriend, I need a girlfriendTwo hoes and I think I did too muchI got two phones and I don’t know who to trustI need a girlfriend, I need a girlfriendBet that girlfriend lonely, introduce her to my humorIt’s a lot of bi^^hes that they sent home in their uberUh, high-profile ni^^as in my circle dodging rumorsI been tucked away dodging bless, ducking maneuvers

Huh? Okay, you say you not readyOkay, okay, coming in heavyOkay, they ain’t in shape, I’m petty, okay, okayOkay, y’all be on e, un-leadyOkay, okay, hold the confettiOkay, okay, you say you not ready

They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them prudesYou cannot hidе behind the shades, I see right through itYou ain’t stand up on your word, thеn you’s a foolThey’re not, chea, they’re not, chea, they’re not bool

I be wanna see me whole gang on tv, pg my rollieTurning out tops and the tall bi^^hesThat remind me of the old daysSneakin’ in hoes with the backstage passWhat they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh?I’m a young poeting ni^^a, I just go at it, ni^^aI’m a whore at it, ni^^aYou could ask my mama, we poetic, ni^^aI was raised in the projects, we could go at it, ni^^aI can’t waste no time on a co-edded, ni^^aBro-code, me and dad count through seven figuresRaised around bottles and dope fiendsOn a high since the day I turned sixteen747, I’m staring at plane wingsPraying the lord’s seen, grandma praying for me (aye)

Huh? Okay, you say you not readyOkay, okay, coming in heavyOkay, they ain’t in shape, I’m petty, okay, okayOkay, y’all be on e, un-leadyOkay, okay, hold the confettiOkay, okay, just say you not ready

They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them prudesYou cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through itYou ain’t stand up on your word, then you’s a foolThey’re not, chea, they’re not, chea, they’re not bool

Everybody wanna be greatBut the word don’t relate him to lifeBe mistaking the truth, ni^^aI remember banking with chase, like 400kStaring at it, I don’t know what to do, ni^^aNow I look at money like a resourceEvery contract gotta put my kid’s family in schoolHealth and wealth, going deep for it, do right for my next lifeAnd he get some tooI remember roaches, momma lost focusI was at home, no lights, no foodHeard that the joke is, “Hykeem broken”Head to the ground when I walk in schoolGoin’ through the motions, mad impulsiveGranny, I won’t abide by the rulesI shall reside with advisers to boomF^^k that, booman, let me get some tooLife ain’t always about your name in they mouthAnd the cars and the clothes and the jewels (jewels, oh)Every lil’ bi^^h that’s born looking like soft pornOnly meant for your ego to bruise (bruise, oh)Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain’t scoreYou gone live in this world confused (‘fused, woo)Every day the hate restored and the faith get shortF^^k that, let me get some tooNi^^a, my livelihood was understoodThat the roof I’m in not boolNi^^a, the shoes I fill are hugeKeem, wanna share that ho? Bro moveNi^^a wanna fake sneak diss‘cuz I f^^ked his bi^^h in a black hatchbackI front in the pics when the heart don’t matchTake care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy

Hold on, let’s get this s^^t, let’s get this s^^tLet’s get this s^^t, let’s, hmmTop of the morning, top of the morningTop of the morningTop of the morning, top of the morningTop of the morning, top of the morningHold on, let’s get this s^^t, let’s get this s^^tLet’s get this s^^t, let’s, hmm!Like what these ni^^as on, like?

Ain’t s^^t changed, still f^^king and rappingTwo bad bi^^hes here, cartier glasses, huhHer friend got pornography habitsGive me that bi^^h, but, sirRollie gang, rollie gang, rollie gang (pglang, fool)Hundred thousand on her, she know she gang (she’s hot)Rover gang, rover gang, rover gang (rover gang)Range brothers out the roof, we’re not the wayans(we’re not the wayans)Bi^^h, I hate to tell the truth, we’re not the sameHe’s baby keemI’m with my rover brother and we’re running gameA range roverWhipping rubber bands on the meatloafOverseas, tidy up for me before I get homeTake one, take two, take three, heave itStop hidin’ comments under your sleeve, ni^^a, believe itWhy your boyfriend keep on lookin’ for me, is he jesus?

Let’s get this s^^t, let’s get this s^^tLet’s get this s^^t, let’s, hmmTop of the morning, top of the morningTop of the morningTop of the morning, top of the morningTop of the morning, top of the morningHold on, let’s get this s^^t, let’s get this s^^tLet’s get this s^^t, let’s, hmm!

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