[J. Cole] Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell But well, I'm wondering what type of shit you wantin' Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman Would you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees Gettin lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you It's only fitting cause I'm looking super fly with you A flower, you are powerful, you do something to me Cause girl I caught the vibe like you threw something to me So I threw em back, now all my niggas hollerin, who was that Oh boy, she bad nigga, what you bout do with that I'm finna take you home, just sip a little patron Now we zonin', baby you so fine
[Chorus:] And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin'
And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin'
[Drake] Uh, baby you winter time cold The night is still young, drink that dinner wine slow I'm trying to make the goose bumps on your inner thigh show I'll let you beat me there as far as finish lines go Yeah, and if you gotta leave for work, I'll be right here in the same bed That you left me in I love thick women cause my aunt, she rode equestrian I used to go to the stables and get those kids to bet me And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me I'm joking, I mean that thing is poking I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the us Open I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provoking I got bath water that you can soak in Things I could do with lotion Don't need a towel, we could dry off in the covers And when you think you like it, I promise you gon' love it Yeah, when lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning I roll over and ask if...
[Chorus - Drake] [J. Cole] Hey, hey, God Bless the child that can hold his own God Bless the woman that can hold patron God Bless the homegirl that drove us home No strings attached, like a cordless phone You see my intentions with you is clear I'm learning not to judge a woman by the shit that she wears Therefore, you shouldn't judge a nigga off of the shit that you hear Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah Somehow I wound up in your bed so where we headin from here Just say you're scared if you're scared but if you through frontin' we can Do somethin And you know just what I'm talking about, tomorrow you'll be calling out Cause tonight we getting right into the wee morn' Cooking nigga breakfast after s** is like a reward Then I go my way and you think about me all day, that's just a warningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
