[Chorus - Natasha Mosley] Early in the morning’s when I think about you Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” In the morning’s when I wanna fuck you Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” I could fuck you all the time I could fuck you all the time
[Verse 1 - Jeremih] M-O-E-T That’s what we sippin’ That’s what we drippin’ My trap house still tippin’ FaceTime when I’m gone She gave me dome from the distance She love to climb on top She love to walk off limping Pimps up, hoes down Legs up or toes down Why she jock me? Cause she knocked me And we got trees, so merry-go-round Gotta know I ate her She so sweet now and later I want that all the time, all the time I make you all mines when it’s…
[Chorus - Natasha Mosley] Early in the morning’s when I think about you Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” In the morning’s when I wanna fuck you Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” I could fuck you all the time I could fuck you all the time
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, pu-pu-pussy for breakfast, that’s how I start my day My dick is a pen, it’s written all over her face I put my tongue in her mouth, I make them pussy lips drool She got that junk in the trunk, you know I like junk food I tell her like this: “Life is good, your pussy better” But I put on that magnum, I could go and melt her And if it’s sweet then I’mma eat it till I get sugar diabetes I’m her blood and she anemic, we perfect Tunechi
[Chorus - Natasha Mosley & (Lil Wayne)] Early in the morning’s when I think about you Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” In the morning’s when I wanna fuck you (oh yeah, I make her say) Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” (Young Mula baby!) I could fuck you all the time I could fuck you all the time
[Verse 3 - Jeremih] Damn, damn lil’ mama you’re sticky icky icky Got a nigga out here feeling picky icky icky Every time you put it on me, man it ain’t even a real trip Every time we on it, we keep fit, fit, uh Don’t let the time picky icky icky While I’m snapping off your bra and biting down your Vick’s Head shots, feeling real tipsy Getting real freaky and it’s getting real frisky She melts it down, damn she so cold Up and down that pole, she go, gooo Fuck me like you hate me, kiss me like you miss me Anything I want to, it’s what she always left me
[Chorus - Natasha Mosley] Early in the morning’s when I think about you Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” In the morning’s when I wanna fuck you Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” I could fuck you all the time I could fuck you all the time