Ray West - Black Coffee lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu] Blu! Blow that indo out Let me get in your mouth Yeah, let me get in your house Let me sit on your couch Yeah, let me feel on your crotch 'til I hear you go ouch (Yeah) Let me turn you out Let me burn you out Yeah, she don't wanna bounce She just wanna count days Each day that I be getting paid, she be getting laid She be feeling made She wanna get a maid She don't wanna leave She just wanna bathe You could sell the water that she wash in Talking about flossing I'm talking 'bout bossing I'm talking 'bout tossing a** back to Boston Back, back to Slauson Back, back to Orange She don't wanna go home no more She just wanna throw dough Wanna go, go Wanna hold on 'til she can't no more I don't blame those same ol' No gray day No nine-five talking 'bout a payday Talk about AK, spray gay Make you wake up, get your cake up Black coffee [Hook: Dave Dar] First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (It's percolating, percolating) [Verse 2: Blu] I'm just trying to make cheese Make dreams come true, nah'mean Tryna make that green Make greens like grandpa do Let me get in your head, get in your bed I don't give a f** what such and such said Tell such and such that or such and such this Tell such and such ... All I want to do is win Take you to the Wynn Get a bite to eat then her to the gym Flip on that mattress Pull out that actress Pull a hat trick, silly rabbit going in Making magic with a friend Half on a [?], half on the Lambo making them ends Make you feel bossy no matter what it cost me In a loft lofty, you can smell the blend Black coffee [Hook: Dave Dar] First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (It's percolating, percolating) [Verse 3: Blu] You could smell that Folgers sitting in air Sitting with her legs folded posing in a chair Sipping them beans Blowing that steam Blowing that tree while she pouring my drink I be thinking 'bout money every day of my life She be thinking about seeds, being my wife She could be that breakfast, lunch, that supper Filling them downs, she could be my upper Touch her like I love her, touch her like I love her Touch her like I never put another one above her Put her in that deep sleep, sweet dreams slumber Just to wake up all alone under covers [Hook: Dave Dar] First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (Percolating, percolating) First thing when we wake up (It's percolating, percolating)