All The Time Lyrics - Jeremih

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... 

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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 

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(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