Espresso
Mmm, mmm
Mmm
Baby wake up
I got some espresso for ya
Maybe later we could wrestle
Phone's on the dresser for ya
I heard you was talkin' all that shit
Love it when you talkin' all that shit
Won't you wake up
Please don't you play dumb
Pretty when she sleep but won't you say some
I got what you need, yuh, I got what you want
Let me start off the day, you a star like the sun
You a star like the, uh, yeah
Star like the sun
I can fill you up, you my little coffee cup
You ain't gotta run, baby come and get some
Let me start off the day, you a star like the sun
You a star like the
Miss lil' Bo peep, counting hella sheep, wrapped in my sheets, yuh
I'm just tryna catch a bag, yuh
You just tryna catch Z's, yuh
I'm just tryna catch a flight
Take a trip to Afrique, yuh
Soak it up like a sponge (Bob)
Girl Sandy with them cheeks, yuh
Don't bring sand to beach
Drop the attitude please
Girl you really drive me crazy
Still tossing you the keys
Rock a bye, little baby
Rock your body, JT
You could tell that she the sh- sh- sh- sh- sugar, honey, ice tea
Ouu, she kinda spicy
Sweeter than a Hi-C
How you going to bed looking sexy in that nighty
Good head, ivy
She elite, ivy
Coffee got me wildly
No coyotes, this peyote got me smiley
Still got you dreaming right beside me
Icy, time for you to rise and shine brightly
Please baby won't you wake up
I got some espresso for ya
Maybe later we could wrestle
Phone's on the dresser for ya
I heard you was talkin' all that shit
Love it when you talkin' all that shit
Mmm
Baby wake up
I got some espresso for ya
Maybe later we could wrestle
Phone's on the dresser for ya
I heard you was talkin' all that shit
Love it when you talkin' all that shit
Won't you wake up
Please don't you play dumb
Pretty when she sleep but won't you say some
I got what you need, yuh, I got what you want
Let me start off the day, you a star like the sun
You a star like the, uh, yeah
Star like the sun
I can fill you up, you my little coffee cup
You ain't gotta run, baby come and get some
Let me start off the day, you a star like the sun
You a star like the
Miss lil' Bo peep, counting hella sheep, wrapped in my sheets, yuh
I'm just tryna catch a bag, yuh
You just tryna catch Z's, yuh
I'm just tryna catch a flight
Take a trip to Afrique, yuh
Soak it up like a sponge (Bob)
Girl Sandy with them cheeks, yuh
Don't bring sand to beach
Drop the attitude please
Girl you really drive me crazy
Still tossing you the keys
Rock a bye, little baby
Rock your body, JT
You could tell that she the sh- sh- sh- sh- sugar, honey, ice tea
Ouu, she kinda spicy
Sweeter than a Hi-C
How you going to bed looking sexy in that nighty
Good head, ivy
She elite, ivy
Coffee got me wildly
No coyotes, this peyote got me smiley
Still got you dreaming right beside me
Icy, time for you to rise and shine brightly
Please baby won't you wake up
I got some espresso for ya
Maybe later we could wrestle
Phone's on the dresser for ya
I heard you was talkin' all that shit
Love it when you talkin' all that shit
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Writer(s): Romelo Griffith
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