Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All The Time, artist - Jeremih. Date of issue: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All The Time |
| Early in the mornings when I think about you |
| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?» |
| In the mornings 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 |
| M-O-Ë-T, that’s the fuck we sippin' |
| That’s the fuck we drippin', trap house still tippin' |
| Facetime when I’m gone, she give me dome from a distance |
| And she love to climb on top, she love to walk off limpin' |
| Pimps up, hoes down, legs up or toes down |
| Why she jock me? |
| ‘Cause she knocked knees and we got trees, so Mary go around |
| Gotta know I ate it, she so sweet, now and later |
| I want that all the time, all the time, I’mma give you all of mine when it’s |
| Early in the mornings when I think about you |
| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?» |
| In the mornings 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 |
| Uhh, p-p-p-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 her trunk, you know I like junk food |
| I tell her like this, life is good, your pussy better |
| I put on a magnum, like a gold medal |
| And if it’s sweet then I’mma eat it ‘til I get sugar diabetes |
| I’m a blood and she anemic, we perfect |
| Tunechi, oh yeah, I make her say |
| Young Mula Baby |
| Early in the mornings when I think about you |
| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?» |
| In the mornings 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 |
| Damn, damn lil' mama, you’re sticky, icky, icky |
| Got a nigga out here feelin' picky, icky, icky |
| Every time you put it on, man, it leave me real trippy |
| Every time we on it we keep it 50−50, uh |
| Don’t let the time ticky, icky, icky |
| While I’m snappin' off your bra, and bitin' on your Vickie’s |
| Head shots, feelin' real tipsy |
| Gettin' real freaky and it’s gettin' real frisky |
| She never say, «no», damn, she’s so cold |
| Up and down, that pole, she go, go |
| Fuck me like you hate me, kiss me like you miss me |
| Anything I want to, that’s what she always lets me |
| Early in the mornings when I think about you |
| Yeah — I hit you like «what you sayin'?» |
| In the mornings 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 |