Pussy for breakfast thats how i start my day lyrics

Chorus Natasha Mosley:
Early in the morning’s 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 I’m 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 knee’d
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 morning’s 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, that’s how I start my day
My d*ck is a pen, it’s 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 it’s sweeter, I’ma eat it till I get sugar diabetes
I’m her blood and she anemic we perfect!

Chorus Natasha Mosley:
Early in the morning’s 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 you’re all sticky, icky, icky
Got a nigga out here feeling ṗicky, 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
Don’t let the time ticky, icky, icky
While I’m snappin off your bra I’m biting on ya Vicky’s.
(Head shots)
Feeling real tipsy, getting real freaky
and it’s 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, it’s what she always left me

Chorus Natasha Mosley:
Early in the morning’s 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

Early in the morning's when I think about you
Yeah!
I hit you like: "what you sayin'?"
In the morning's 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-E-T
That's what we sippin'
That's what we drippin'
My trap house still tippin'
FaceTime when I'm gone
She gave me dome from the distance
She love to climb on top
She love to walk off limping
Pimps up, hoes down
Legs up or toes down
Why she jock me? Cause she knocked me
And we got trees, so merry-go-round
Gotta know I ate her
She so sweet now and later
I want that all the time, all the time
I make you all mines when it's…

Early in the morning's when I think about you
Yeah!
I hit you like: "what you sayin'?"
In the morning's 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

Uh, pu-pu-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 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 it's sweet then I'mma eat it till I get sugar diabetes
I'm her blood and she anemic

(We perfect, Tunechi) Early in the morning's when I think about you
Yeah, I hit you like: "what you sayin'?"
In the morning's when I wanna fuck you (oh yeah, I make her say)
Yeah, I hit you like: "what you sayin'?" (Young Mula baby!)
I could fuck you all the time
I could fuck you all the time

(We perfect, Tunechi) Early in the morning's when I think about you
Yeah!
I hit you like: "what you sayin'?"
In the morning's when I wanna fuck you
(Oh yeah, I make her say) Yeah!
I hit you like: "what you"

(Young Mula baby!) (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 feeling picky icky icky
Every time you put it on me, man it ain't even a real trip
Every time we on it, we keep fit, fit, uh
Don't let the time picky icky icky
While I'm snapping off your bra and biting down your Vick's
Head shots, feeling real tipsy
Getting real freaky and it's getting real frisky
She melts it down, damn she so cold
Up and down that pole, she go, gooo
Fuck me like you hate me, kiss me like you miss me
Anything I want to, it's what she always left me

Early in the morning's when I think about you
Yeah!
I hit you like: "what you sayin'?"
In the morning's 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