Grittyboy JPM - Breakfast

Fuck her in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
And all that money on the bed
Yeah that my blessin's
Hit it from the back in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
But what bout lunch and dinner
Girl I want seconds

Fuck her in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
And all that money on the bed
Yeah that my blessin's
Hit it from the back in the mornin'
We call that breakfast.
But what bout lunch and dinner
Girl I want seconds

Wake up with a different, bish I know I'm ignorant
Got the whip out side, bish you know its sittin'
With the wood in side, when it slide I grip it
Put some swang in this shit
Let that thang get drippy
Don't you dare get addicted
Got my bitch at the crib, and her hands go the distance

40 Thousand was the goal, til I hit it
Now I'm tryna go double it, triplet
She was actin like a hoe, till I hit it
Dawg, they used to think that I was the misfit

Yeah
That pussy numb some trauma
Came into my life with perfect timin'
Divine climate for a revolutionary minded
Cracka wit illusionary diamonds.

Ooo, yeah
She ain't know how I do it
With them Nikes on, I get to it
Got the two tone, no Buick
She a bad bitch, she groovy
Feel the 12 on me, George Clooney
I ain't that scared of no cooties
I'm like Batman in that movie
Frozen

You just mad that she chose me
I get her goin', peak of the moment, yeah
Diggin' her out, I like how she moanin', yeah
I got her usin' that mouth, it's potent, yeah
I been stretchin' it out
Breaking it down, for you now its broken
Yeah

Fuck her in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
And all that money on the bed
Yeah that my blessin's
Hit it from the back in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
But what bout lunch and dinner
Girl I want seconds

Fuck her in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
And all that money on the bed
Yeah that my blessin's
Hit it from the back in the mornin'
We call that breakfast.
But what bout lunch and dinner
Girl I want seconds

I got her knees quaking
So I put that ass in reverse
She dropped her mouth open
But I gotta buss in them curls
She smile when I'm nasty, don't like me askin'
She gotta slip and slide, I'm splashin'
With yoga she active, bending her backwards
Tying her up, playin' she captive

Eyeing up this dick, when she aiming to cum
She on a mission, working them hips in
She makin' it fun
Start up the tub, bubble it up
I got her askin' bout lunch
She gonna thank me a ton
I get 3 thousand a month
But we gon start runnin' that up

Fast as I want, she squirtin'
Back with her legs spread, curtains
We both hint the blunt, burning
Witnessin' 2 bright minds mergin'
Ooo
We gon leave the scene swervin'
High wit a mother fuckin' purpose
You gon have to see this shit in person

Fuck her in the mornin', call that breakfast
I been cutting it up, rearranging shawty intestines
She been skipping lunch, breakfast becomin' a blessin'
But when dinner come, I'll be back lookin' for seconds
Ahhhh

Fuck her in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
And all that money on the bed
Yeah that my blessin's
Hit it from the back in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
But what bout lunch and dinner
Girl I want seconds

Fuck her in the mornin'
We call that breakfast
And all that money on the bed
Yeah that my blessin's
Hit it from the back in the mornin'
We call that breakfast.
But what bout lunch and dinner
Girl I want seconds

Written by:
John Marshall

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