All The Time
Chorus Natasha Mosley:
Early in the mornings when I think about you
I hit you like what you sayin
And the morning when I wanna f*ck you
Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin
I could f*ck you all the time
I could f*ck you all the time
M-O-E-T
Thats what the f*ck we be sippin
Thats what the f*ck be drippin
My Trap house still tippin
Face time when Im gone
She gave me dome from the distance
She love to climb on top
But she love to walk off limping
Pimps up, hoes down
Legs up or toes down
Why she jock me, cause she knocked kneed
And we got trees, so many go around
Gotta know I ate her
She so sweet now and later
I want that all the time, all the time
I know you all mine
Chorus Natasha Mosley:
Early in the mornings when I think about you
I hit you like what you sayin
In the morning when I wanna f*ck you
Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin
I could f*ck you all the time
I could f*ck you all the time
Lil Wayne:
Pu-pu-pussy for breakfast, thats how I start my day
My d*ck is a pen, its written all over her face
I put my tongue in her mouth, I make her pussy lips drool
She got that junk in the trunk, you know I like junk food
I tell her like this: life is good
Your pussy better, but I put on that magnum
Like a gold medal
And if its sweeter, Ima eat it till I get sugar diabetes
Im her blood and she anemic we perfect!
Chorus Natasha Mosley:
Early in the mornings when I think about you
I hit you like what you sayin
In the morning when I wanna f*ck you
(oh yeah I make her say)
Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin
I could f*ck you all the time
I could f*ck you all the time
Jeremih:
Damn, damn lil momma youre all sticky, icky, icky
Got a nigga out here feeling á¹icky, icky, icky
Every time you put it on me man you leave my world trippin
Every time we on it we keep it fifty, fifty
Dont let the time ticky, icky, icky
While Im snappin off your bra Im biting on ya Vickys.
(Head shots)
Feeling real tipsy, getting real freaky
and its getting real frisky
She never say no, damn she so cold
Up and down that pole, she go, go
F*ck me like you hate me, kiss me like you miss me
Anything I want to, its what she always left me
Chorus Natasha Mosley:
Early in the mornings when I think about you
I hit you like what you sayin
In the morning when I wanna f*ck you
(oh yeah I make her say)
Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin
I could f*ck you all the time
I could f*ck you all the time
