All The Time - Jeremih, Lil Wayne, 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 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

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 lets 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