Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Mornin, artist - J Stone.
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In the Mornin |
Good— Good— Good— Good mornin' |
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five, yeah |
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five |
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five, yeah |
Ay, you don’t need no coffee, I’ma wake you up right, yeah (Yeah) |
She heard I roll with Nipsey |
So she think she gettin' fame if she take a picture with me |
I’m ten toes down, just a nigga from the city |
Bitch, go on, tat a nigga on ya titty if you really fuck with me |
I’m one hundred percent plus sixty |
I’m in a Jag doin' a buck-fifty |
Got niggas mad, could give a fuck, really |
Chunky, barely two clips, keep enough with me, yeah |
These niggas mad 'cause I’m back out |
With a bad bitch, tight dress with her back out |
I see they looks on they face when I back out |
The parkin' lot and head to the crib and blow her back out |
Can I hit it in the mornin'? |
(Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap) |
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Mornin') |
Can I hit it in the— Ahh |
Can I hit it in the mornin'? |
(Ohh) |
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Yeah) |
Good— Good— Good— Good mornin' |
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five, yeah |
Don’t need no coffee, I’ma wake you up right, yeah (Yeah) |
Can I hit it in the mornin'? |
Your last nigga was borin' |
Pussy, have it snorin', I take the shot then I’m scorin' |
Bet you call me bae, go out the way like I’m tourin' |
Plottin' on somethin' new-new since Nipsey got Lauren |
Miseducation on a hill like Lauryn |
Hop up in that foreign takin' jets where you soarin' |
Ex couldn’t get you wet, bet I have that thang pourin' |
Two-three in the paint like I’m King James Jordan |
Beat it up if you grill it, I’m George Foreman |
Ask me if I’m packin', I’m crackin', girl, I’m enormous |
Heard you got that long neck, that brontosaurus (G) |
April, I’m a Aries, I fuck around with that taurus, uh (GI Joe, OMG) |
I’m your Folgers, early in the mornin' |
Lemme put it on you, I know you got to get to where you goin' |
You’re hoppin' out the shower and I want it |
That Dove smellin' good with that lotion |
The Vicky’s lookin' right on your waist with that pretty brown skin |
Lemme tongue-kiss that pussy, I’ma give you what you need for the moment |
I licked her on her neck, now she soakin' |
I grabbed her on her ass, now she moanin' |
And fifteen minutes of some headboard-breakin' |
Have the whole house shakin', matter fact, strip naked |
I’ma pull them panties off and I’ma handle mine |
I’m a bat stroker, baby, young Barry Bonds |
I’ma knock it out the park, that’s a home run |
I started pullin' on her hair, now I’m on one, hit it 'til we both come |
I’m fiendin' for the pussy and she know I gotta have it |
She like, «Lemme call my boss and tell 'em that I’m stuck in traffic» |
Can I hit it in the mornin'? |
(Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap) |
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Mornin') |
Can I hit it in the— Ahh |
Can I hit it in the mornin'? |
(Ohh) |
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Yeah) |
Good— Good— Good— Good mornin' |
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five, yeah |
You don’t need no coffee, I’ma wake you up right, yeah (Yeah) |