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Young Thug - Every Morning Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
808 Mafia
Uh, uh, uh
Thugger, Skooly
Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga
Ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Me and Skooly count a lot of racks
Me and Skooly fuck a lot of nats
Nigga know young Skooly my woadie
AP apology, now hold up the Rollie
I wake up and do the same thing every morning
Every morning, every morning, every morning
I wake up and do the same thing every morning
Same thing every morning, every morning, every morning

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I'm Dr. Phil, I wake up, pour 4s and pop pills
You know that it's real
Wake up and I’m on that MTV there, look baby, show her just how I live
I don't apologize with all these racks that I spent on time
I don’t apologize if getting racks was ever a crime
Pull up in your hoody, no coat
Shoot you in the hoodie, no coat
Pull that .45, no Colt
Slit a nigga throat, watch him sink no boat
No, I'm not a spoke, get you killed, no spoke
Oops, I meant speaking, I'm slimy like deacons
These nigga’s rapping for no reason
All of them tattoos look cheesy, y'know what I’m saying?
I'm the man, yes I am, I'm the man with the plans
Yes ma'am, I'm the man on the beach
I'm the man with the sand, I got these freaks
Diving on me, climbing on me, vaginas on me
No beer, young Skooly get them hoes up off me with the .40
[Chorus: Young Thug & Skooly]
Me and Skooly count a lot of racks
Me and Skooly fuck a lot of nats
Nigga know young Skooly my woadie
AP apology, now hold up the Rollie
I wake up and do the same thing every morning
Every morning, every morning, every morning
I wake up and do the same thing every morning
Same thing every morning, every morning, every morning

[Verse 2: Skooly]
Pocket full of money but my bitch doing better (Ooh, ah)
The bitch bust chest, so she gotta eat checkers (Woo, ah)
Got an old Rolex and a brand new bezel (Woo, ah)
See, the bitch got flooded, but the mob couldn't help
Thugger to the right, Skooly ride to the left
We don't like snitches, keep the cops to yourself
YSL on my feet, cheetah spots on my belt
All this money on me, a nigga might need help
Plus I'm the illest and realest young nigga you seen
I take off and pull up on Thugger (Woo)
My niggas not really feeling the scene
We rather go count up a hunna' (Uh)
Them bitches not really feeling your team
They rather go fuck on my brothers (Uh)
You better not let your bitch get in between
Cause me and Young Thugger gon' fuck her (Uh)
We turning her up, we bendin' her over, she suck like a sucker
We breaking her back and sending her back, you take care of her
You stupid
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Me and Skooly count a lot of racks
Me and Skooly fuck a lot of nats
Nigga know young Skooly my woadie
AP apology, now hold up the Rollie
I wake up and do the same thing every morning
Every morning, every morning, every morning
I wake up and do the same thing every morning
Same thing every morning, every morning, every morning