Till the Morning

You a bad lil ting
So why you all alone girl
Said you got a man
But his ass stayed home girl
You just came to have a good time
But I can't let you leave alone

I can't wait to get you home
Put your number in my phone
You my queen come take your throne
I'll make you scream I got you moaning
Beat it up till the morning

It's the E dot P dot and I love it when she nasty
Eat the booty put my tongue between her ass cheeks
Couldn't wait so I hit it in the backseat
Did a split on the dick she a athlete Had them legs spread open like a trapeze
I hit the g spot baby yea I know the way
I'm a sex conosor, young prodige, I'm a real ass nigga
Came from the mothafuckin mill ass nigga
If your man got a problem ima kill that nigga
Cause I don't feel that nigga
But I'm feelin you
I gotta keep it real with you
I said I'm feelin you

And I can't wait to get you home
Put your number in my phone
Cause I can't wait to get you home
Put your number in my phone
You my queen come take your throne
I'll make you scream I got you moanin
Beat it up till the mornin

Truth is you the baddest in club
I love a bad bitch so I gotta show love
I ain't lookin for no kiss
I ain't lookin for no hug
Beat it from the back put my thumb up in your butt
She a freak inside the sheets
She love the way I do it, how I beat it to the beat
And Ima fuck her till the bed break Put that dick up in her stomach till her legs shake
I'm a real ass nigga
Came from the mothafuckin mill ass nigga
If your man got a problem ima kill that nigga
Cause I don't feel that nigga
But you gon feel this thing
Long stroke a bitch cause I love to show my range
Get a bitch wetter than the weather when it rain
I call my hoe a scholar cause she love to give me brain

And I can't wait to get you home
Put your number in my phone
Cause I can't wait to get you home
Put your number in my phone
You my queen come take your throne
I'll make you scream I got you moaning
Beat it up till the morning
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Parson
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