[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Early in the mornings when I think about you
Yeah - I hit you like “what you sayin'?”
In the mornings when I wanna f** you
Yeah - I hit you like “what you sayin'?”
I could f** you all the time
I could f** you all the time
[Verse 1: Jansport Jack]
First thing first I was first in it, strawberry gusher when I touch her star burst in it
Sit it on my tongue girl I'm thirsty
Right now I'm tryna spit a verse in it
Time and a half is how I'm workin' it, Say you like a bad boy I'll be your worse n***a
And if you ask, baby I'm go run it back
Bo Jack on the gra** or the turf with it
Touchdown in that p**y like an endzone
I'm goin' for the 2 f** a field goal
So tell me whats good?
The way I lay the wood, I'd be damned if you left me in the "Friend Zone"
Backseat foggin' up the windows
I'm handlin' your curves like an Enzo
Smooth like suede inside, girl the way that you ride
You remind me of a rental
And I plan to wreck that p**y no crash course
Land in ya walls like an asteroid
I asked "Who's is it?" she say....
"When can I hit it?" she say....
I keep that p**y wetter than a Blastoise
Her n***a still trippin' no pa**port
I mean its so dope....
Got me kickin' in her backdoor like a Task Force
[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uhh, p-p-p-p**y 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 p**y lips drool
She got that junk in her trunk, you know I like junk food
I tell her like this, life is good, your p**y 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
[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Damn, damn lil' mama, you're sticky, icky, icky
Got a n***a 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
f** me like you hate me, kiss me like you miss me
Anything I want to, that's what she always lets me
[Hook: Natasha Mosley]