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In the Morning Lyrics

In the Morning by J. Cole  

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In the Morning (First verse J.cole)
Baby you summer time fine,
I'll let you get ontop I'll be the underline
I'm, tryna get beside you I like the number nine, 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 your a simple woman,
Would you drink with a nigga do you smoke weed,
Don't be a shame it aint no thing I used to blow trees getting lifted,
I quit the shit I might get high with you,
It's only fitting cus I'm looking super fly with you,
A flower you are powerful you do something to me,
Cus girl I caught the vibe like you threw something to me, so I threw it back
Now all my niggas halarin who is that, oh boy she bad nigga what you bout to do with that!
I'm fonna take you home sip a lil patron and now we zonin
Baby you so fine

(Chorus)(2x)
And can I hit it in the morning
Can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
The sun rising while you moaning

(Verse 2 Drake)
Baby you winter time cold,
The night is still young drink that dinner wine slow,
I'm tryna make the goosbumps on your inner tighs show,
I'll let you beat me there as far as finish lines go,
Yea 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 cus my ant she wrote aquestrian,
I used to go to them stable and get them kids to bet me,
And I would always ride that stallion when ever she let me,
I'm joking I mean that thing is pokin,
I mean your kinda like that girl that is in the US open,
I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provoking,
I got bath water that you can soke in, things I can do with lotion,
Don't need a towel we can dry off in the covers,
And when you think you like it I promise you gonna love it,
Yea when lights coming in through the draps and we both yawnin I roll over and ask you if I

(Chorus)(2x)
Can I hit it in t he morning
Yea can I hit it in the morning
Yea can I hit in the morning
The sun risin while you moanin
BABY...

(Verse 3 J.Cole)
God bless the child that can hold it's own
God bless the women that can hold patron
God bless her 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 women by the shit that she wear,
Therefore you shouldn't judge a nigga by the shit that you hear,
Get all defensive apprehensive all because of my career,
To be fair, I know we barely know each other,
And yea, somehow I wind up in your bed,
So where we headed from here,
Just say you scared if your scared,
But if your through frontin we can do something,
And you know just what I'm talking bout,
Tomorrow youl be calling out,
Cus tonight we get right into the wee morn
Cook a nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward,
And then I go mine own way and you think about me all day,
That's just a warnin,

(Chorus)(2x)
And can I hit it in the morning
Can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
The sun rising while you moaning



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