Jody Breeze Dis Morning lyrics

Dis Morning by Jody Breeze

Dis Morning lyrics

Ay
Dis morin
I jumped up
Smellin like money
But I'm fucked up
I Threw on my coogie
And my bag
And my flag
Bitch I got swag
Now a nigga rollin
And I'm coastin
Dis fat sack dat I'm smokin
Is so potent
That I'm chokin
But I'm focused
Nigga I'm focused

Well hold up
Who dat nigga there he foreal
The shit I'm blowin look like it just came up out a field
I got a habbit cause I like the way it make me feel
And u don't want to try me cause lil shawty keep that steel
And I ain't with that drama
That's what them desert eagles fo
Put this on my momma
U niggas can't see me foe
They Waitin on my cd so
This will be da perfect timin
To show you fucking clowns
I will run a circle round
Whoever dat want it
You want it come an get it
Grippin GA harda
Yea I'm country but I'm pimpin
If I said it then I mean it
If you don't like it
Then say it then
My whole clicks strapped dressed in all red
You see my flows so fantastic go ask around
See where I'm from everyday we blow half a pound
And more passed around
I'm so crafty and I like my hoe classy
If no tits then more ass
Nigga I was 19
Look what I got
Quite clean nigga wild out
Try me no 4-5 with a night beam nigga wild out
Hit the scene with dem thangs out
Now the whip the ride out
Hit da club an go celebrate
Pop some bottles nigga wild out
First time a touched da mic
Knew da hood was gonna feel me
Swear to god ain't nuttin like me
Ask around I'm a real G
And lyrically
No you cannot fuck with me
I ain't all dat tall but I got um lookin up at me
Catch me on the interstate
High as hell feelin great
87' Monty C same color phantom great
Bitch I been dat nigga and I don't care if you ain't heard a me
I got dem haterz wanna murda me
Like I murda beats
Now I'm chillin up in murda beach
With your bitch on my side gettin head in dem? seats
While we ride I'm a G
Nigga try me you will see
Meanwhile I am smoking on dat purple tree
Yea we blow it down
Copped a couple pounds
So take ya time when you hit it
There's enough to go around
And baby I'm a gangsta
I'm not Young J-O-C but best believe it's goin DOWN

They call me BREEZE
J to the O
E to the Y
How he flow
Fly he so
Ha HAHA

I'm rollin (rollin)
And I'm smokin
I'm choking
I'm focused
And dis shit I'm blowin is so potent
Ya'll niggas can't see me
Pass da weed
Yessir