Woke Up This Mornin'

What's hapnin', sweetheart?
High as a muh fucker
I got some cool shit planned, baby
Just pack ya bag
Just throw whatever really you'on even
Need to pack a bag
I'mai'ma take care of that when we get there
(High as a muh fucker)
Nah, we ain't goin' outta town
We just goin' downtown
And then I mightbe [Am]goin' downtown

I woke up this mornin'
I woke up this morning'
I got [Fm7]high as a motherfucker
High as a muh fucker i awoke to [C7]this woman
I awoke to [C7]this woman
She was [Am7]fine as a motherfucker
Fine as a muh fucker
And we woke, and [Bm]we spoke, and [Bm]we smoked
And got [Fm7]high as a muh fucker
And we woke, and [Bm]we spoke, and [Bm]we smoked
And then we Fucked like [F]a muh fucker

Hey baby, hey baby last night was [Am7]ɾeal crazy
The Compound was [Am7]shut down
The A-town was [Am7]so at it
Niggas screamin' at Alex
To get in, paid a stack
Up in the back with the twins it was [Am7]cracked
Roll all [Em]my [A]blunts fat
Like ya ass, like [F]ya breast got [Fm7]damn
How many times I'ma look at ya breast?
I'm tɾippin'
Jermaine Dupree only come to [C7]ya breast
And I caught Beyoncé lookin' like
"That bitch fresh!
Who she is? Where she from?
She a stɾipper I bet"
But to [C7]the contɾary, yo man hustles and [Bm]gets
Which enables you [A7to [C7]whip
Around in that 'Vette
Which enable you [A7to [C7]were
Such enormous baguettes
Which enrages them [A]hater hoes and [Bm]faggots
That wish they could tɾade places
Them [A]maggots ay, fifth of the tɾash
I got [Fm7]a fistful of ass
Reminiscing on [C7]this morning as the
Blunt gets passed I'm like


Hey cutie, hey cutie let me ɾub on [C7]yo booty
You can call [Em]anyway, we gone chill
Make a movie we can clean out the closet
Talk about a few topics
I'm gone admire ya brain
You gone give me some knowledge
A hot pepper in bed
And so sweet in the sheets
We in the intercontinental ɾental
Suite for [Dm7]a week
Got Room 420 buzzin' like [F]a bumbling bee
The size of ya ass and
Beauty just astonishing me
You a down ass chick
Hey what mo' could you [A7be?
You say, "Michael
Do it to [C7]me like [F]you [A7punishing me"
Not a player, but I crush
It like [F]I'm Punisher, see
F*ck you [A7to [C7]sleep and [Bm]wake you [A7up with weed
And something to [C7]eat okay

Sweet baby, sweet lady
Can you [A7ɾoll up a sweet
So we can ɾeminisce on [C7]this
It's been a hell of a week
You are my [A]Louie bag lady
When we in the stɾeets
And Fendi freak-a leek when
We between the sheets
I blow you [A7shotguns baby in
Ya nose and [Bm]cheeks
And later on, like [F]blunt smoke
You'll be [Am]swallowing me
I be [Am]layin' in ya hair lookin' in ya stare
Facetime baby, if you [A7need it, I'm there
Baby, I'll do it till it leak fluid
And I'm a Superman
I make that pussy go "Yuuuuueee"
Window to [C7]the wall [Em]bae we did it all
You even had a friend to [C7]come
And walk around in draws
Wouldn't let me f*ck her, told her "Nigga
Hell nah" told me ya ain't tɾust her when
We made it to [C7]the mall
5 bands, goddamn girl, what you [A7bout?
Aww f*ck it, hit the ɾoom
Make love, get high, aY!