| Early in the mornings when I think about you
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| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?»
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| In the mornings when I wanna fuck you
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| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?»
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| I could fuck you all the time
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| I could fuck you all the time
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| M-O-Ë-T, that’s the fuck we sippin'
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| That’s the fuck we drippin', trap house still tippin'
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| Facetime when I’m gone, she give me dome from a distance
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| And she love to climb on top, she love to walk off limpin'
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| Pimps up, hoes down, legs up or toes down
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| Why she jock me?
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| ‘Cause she knocked knees and we got trees, so Mary go around
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| Gotta know I ate it, she so sweet, now and later
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| I want that all the time, all the time, I’mma give you all of mine when it’s
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| Early in the mornings when I think about you
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| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?»
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| In the mornings when I wanna fuck you
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| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?»
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| I could fuck you all the time
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| I could fuck you all the time
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| Uhh, p-p-p-pussy for breakfast, that’s how I start my day
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| My dick is a pen, it’s written all over her face
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| I put my tongue in her mouth, I make them pussy lips drool
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| She got that junk in her trunk, you know I like junk food
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| I tell her like this, life is good, your pussy better
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| I put on a magnum, like a gold medal
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| And if it’s sweet then I’mma eat it ‘til I get sugar diabetes
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| I’m a blood and she anemic, we perfect
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| Tunechi, oh yeah, I make her say
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| Young Mula Baby
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| Early in the mornings when I think about you
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| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?»
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| In the mornings when I wanna fuck you
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| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?»
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| I could fuck you all the time
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| I could fuck you all the time
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| Damn, damn lil' mama, you’re sticky, icky, icky
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| Got a nigga out here feelin' picky, icky, icky
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| Every time you put it on, man, it leave me real trippy
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| Every time we on it we keep it 50−50, uh
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| Don’t let the time ticky, icky, icky
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| While I’m snappin' off your bra, and bitin' on your Vickie’s
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| Head shots, feelin' real tipsy
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| Gettin' real freaky and it’s gettin' real frisky
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| She never say, «no», damn, she’s so cold
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| Up and down, that pole, she go, go
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| Fuck me like you hate me, kiss me like you miss me
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| Anything I want to, that’s what she always lets me
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| Early in the mornings when I think about you
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| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?»
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| In the mornings when I wanna fuck you
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| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?»
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| I could fuck you all the time
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| I could fuck you all the time |