Jeremih - All the time (Oh Snap Mix) lyrics

[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]