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Hello Good Morning (Remix) chords by Ice The Don

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Verse 1
(E minor) Yeah, hello, good morning,
motherfuckers.
(C major) Let's go.
(B minor) Hello, (E minor) good morning,
tell me what the scale read.
Need cash for gold,
send in my wedding ring.
Got white, got a leak,
and I look green.
Cute face, slim waist,
and her eyes green.
Cute bitches in a tandem
like a tag team.
Fuck monogamy,
I'd rather do astronomy.
That means I hang around stars.
Records aisle in the booth,
all you hear is hard bars.
Fuck a slut,
I'd rather count a million bucks
And put twenties on a Cadillac truck
Fuckin' bitches throwin' signs
just to pass time
My time, my shine, the city is mine
Yeah, I know you niggas
try to sleep on me
Around the same time
your bitch tried to creep on me
They say, Meezy,
why you redo this?
Cause that other nigga did it
and it sound like shit
I mean, heh, it didn't sound like this
I'm the motherfuckin' king,
he can suck my dick
Look, man, I ain't even try to diss him
But if you knew what I did,
you probably wouldn't kiss him
Hello, good mornin'
Swag through the roof, beat me up,
I'm soarin' 9 -6 -2 -3, barter like Jordan
If I take her home, guaranteed,
I'm soarin'
Pretty mixed women
chillin' on the beach in Venice
Hit the club, crash the party,
coke breadin'
I'm a menace like (C major) Dennis,
if she (E minor) catchin' my bitchin'
Keep dog homers sensin' advantage
Iceman, we up, I'm winnin'
I'm the motherfuckin' king,
hello, good mornin'
Yeah, it's the king, it's the king
I'm the motherfuckin' king,
hello, good mornin'
Yeah, it's the king, it's the king
I'm in the booth, chillin' with the DJ
Quality street music,
we give you no leeway
The king do, what the king say
I like my sex like my conference call,
three ways I hustle,
ain't that what the boss say
Middle finger to the law,
fuck what they say
They obey how I kick it, sensei
My chick lookin' like she
came off the runway
And I'm ballin' out the park,
bendin'
Lookin' for (B minor) a real nigga shorty swing my way
I serve (E minor) dick with a smile, the G -Way
Closet full of fitted caps
and Vans, East Bay
Yeah, (C major) closet (E minor) full of fitted caps
and Vans, East Bay
I (C major) try to tell y 'all niggas
(E minor) I do this shit, man
Hello, yeah, uh -huh, good morning
I'm in the sky,
my motherfuckin' swag is soarin'
Uh, oh, hello, hello, hello,
oh, good morning
Break down, uh, break down
I tried to tell him, I (B minor) know y might've
heard (E minor) the other version, but
(B minor) Mine's a little bit better, (B minor) no pun intended
Y 'all know what it is, man, oh (B minor) you
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