J. Stone – In The Mornin lyrics

[Intro: D Soundz]
Can I hit it in the mornin'? (Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap)
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Mornin')
Can I hit it in the— Ahh
Can I hit it in the mornin'? (Ohh)
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Yeah)
Good— Good— Good— Good mornin'
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five, yeah
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five, yeah
Ay, you don't need no coffee, I'ma wake you up right, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: J. Stone]
She heard I roll with Nipsey
So she think she gettin' fame if she take a picture with me
I'm ten toes down, just a nigga from the city
Bitch, go on, tat a nigga on ya titty if you really fuck with me
I'm one hundred percent plus sixty
I'm in a Jag doin' a buck-fifty
Got niggas mad, could give a fuck, really
Chunky, barely two clips, keep enough with me, yeah
These niggas mad 'cause I'm back out
With a bad bitch, tight dress with her back out
I see they looks on they face when I back out
The parkin' lot and head to the crib and blow her back out

[Chorus: D Soundz]
Can I hit it in the mornin'? (Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap)
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Mornin')
Can I hit it in the— Ahh
Can I hit it in the mornin'? (Ohh)
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Yeah)
Good— Good— Good— Good mornin'
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five, yeah
Don't need no coffee, I'ma wake you up right, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2: ad and Gi Joe omg]
Can I hit it in the mornin'? Your last nigga was borin'
Pussy, have it snorin', I take the shot then I'm scorin'
Bet you call me bae, go out the way like I'm tourin'
Plottin' on somethin' new-new since Nipsey got Lauren
Miseducation on a hill like Lauryn
Hop up in that foreign takin' jets where you soarin'
Ex couldn't get you wet, bet I have that thang pourin'
Two-three in the paint like I'm King James Jordan
Beat it up if you grill it, I'm George Foreman
Ask me if I'm packin', I'm crackin', girl, I'm enormous
Heard you got that long neck, that brontosaurus (G)
April, I'm a Aries, I fuck around with that taurus, uh (Gi Joe, omg)

[Verse 3: Gi Joe omg]
I'm your Folgers, early in the mornin'
Lemme put it on you, I know you got to get to where you goin'
You're hoppin' out the shower and I want it
That Dove smellin' good with that lotion
The Vicky's lookin' right on your waist with that pretty brown skin
Lemme tongue-kiss that pussy, I'ma give you what you need for the moment
I licked her on her neck, now she soakin'
I grabbed her on her ass, now she moanin'
And fifteen minutes of some headboard-breakin'
Have the whole house shakin', matter fact, strip naked
I'ma pull them panties off and I'ma handle mine
I'm a bat stroker, baby, young Barry Bonds
I'ma knock it out the park, that's a home run
I started pullin' on her hair, now I'm on one, hit it 'til we both come
I'm fiendin' for the pussy and she know I gotta have it
She like, "Lemme call my boss and tell 'em that I'm stuck in traffic"

[Chorus: D Soundz]
Can I hit it in the mornin'? (Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap)
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Mornin')
Can I hit it in the— Ahh
Can I hit it in the mornin'? (Ohh)
Tell that pussy good mornin' (Yeah)
Good— Good— Good— Good mornin'
Pull your panties to the side right before your nine-to-five, yeah
You don't need no coffee, I'ma wake you up right, yeah (Yeah)