All The Time

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    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

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    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 let's 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

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