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YoungBoy – Bad Morning Lyrics

Bad Morning Lyrics YoungBoy

I can’t quit (quit)
At all, at all
I ain’t hurt (I ain’t hurt)
At all, at all
On my soul

No, I can’t teach nigga shit I can make it out em’
I ain’t need no tutor been advanced for the road
Doped up 2 or 3 tools goin’ on shows
40 on my teeth and 200 for my pole
300 for my car extra sneakers for the longest
I be runnin’ to the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain’t got nothin I wanna do better
With my life but take narcotics, with my life
Collect these bodies
With your life send it to the most high
Nigga showin’ off got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off tell me what you do ’bout it
You don’t know off the dome shit, can’t write
With the glock when you see the kid on sight

I can’t quit (quit) at all, at all
I ain’t hurt (I ain’t hurt) at all, at all
On my soul at all, at all
Stay the samе as my pain grow
Riding round with my bros

Riding in the maybach lеt’s go 10 m’s up nigga let’s go
He a dread head, mhmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On 3 different drugs tryna take away
My pain but it’s still gon’ flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top of my mans
But he still can’t cope

I can’t quit (quit) at all, at all
I ain’t hurt (I ain’t hurt) at all, at all
Riding in the maybach let’s go 10 m’s up nigga let’s go
He a dread head, mhmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On 3 different drugs tryna take away my
Pain but it’s still gon’ flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top of my mans
But he still can’t cope

No, I can’t teach nigga shit I can make it out em’
I ain’t need no tutor been advanced for the road
Doped up 2 or 3 tools goin’ on shows
40 on my teeth and 200 for my pole
300 for my car extra sneakers for the longest
I be runnin’ to the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain’t got nothin I wanna do better with my life
But take narcotics, with my life
Collect these bodies
With your life send it to the most high
Nigga showin’ off got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off tell me what you do ’bout it
You don’t know off the dome shit, can’t write
With the glock when you see the kid on sight

Riding in the maybach let’s goo 10 m’s up nigga let’s goo
He a dread head, mhmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On 3 different drugs tryna take away my pain
But it’s still gon’ flow
Try my hardest two put a smile on top off my mans
But he still can’t cope