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letra de the morning after - l.a.donte

[intro]
yea…..
yea….

[verse]
f-ck with meeeee, show me love yea
i’m pulling up, from the club
girl toot that ass up for me now, and tell me that you like the way i give it to you now (yea)
girl i ain’t f-cking with my old chick, she old news
she steady sliding tryna run throughout my whole crew
so what you tryna do? is it me and you against the world with our backs lined up?
but first things first, i’m tryna get ya backed lined up
for the blow out, show out on top of couches and tables
got you telling fables to all yo friends, who’s him? the number one m-a-n in ya life, i’m just tryna eliminate all the strife
that’s been hurting you
sit down lil mama let me work on you
you start twerking on me, i crush that ass like i was hercule
or hercules, don’t hurt ya knees, when you please me
baby take it easy, no need to be aggressive
cause i got you on this dresser, impressive how you taking it
you moaning in my ear, and by these scratches you ain’t faking it
you tell me you about to cum, i push you ‘till you make it and you savor it, you tell me i’m the best when i’m in it
told me that i take away ya stress when i’m finished
the p-ssy menance, don’t compare none of my works to dennis
guinness, world records needs to document this session
cause we starting off at 1 and now the clock striking eleven
d-mn, and that’s heavy, but i guess we like the vibe now
met you down at limelight, and now i’m in ya thighs, how…
did we end up here, i think it started with yo number
now i’m flipping these covers, slipping on magnum rubbers
for this throwdown, that we about to have inside this bedroom (bedroom)
give me some leg room (leg room)
and watch me work it (work it)
flawless victory in yo v-g-n-, p-ssy perfect (perfect)
put that pressure on this pipe, and i promise i’ll get to bursting
but dont worry, i got paper to pay for a plan b
you so demanding when you in bed, you know i like that
arch back, hair pull, playlist shuffle to my track (h-llo?)
ya phone ringing, never mind that (h-llo!?)
cause you f-cking with the backwood-break-ya-back-good, young n-gga
slang d-ck better than my n-ggas slang pistols, for real
i’m bussing straight out of the holster
then i leave the morning after cause i like to hold ya closer, pull you closer

[hook]
girl, it’s the morning after (h-llo?)
last night i came in and slayed yo lil back in (i did)
and had you screaming out my name
left the club then i had to do the dash like dame (skrt!)
when my phone rang when i’m wit you
i don’t answer (i don’t answer, i don’t answer)
when my phone rang when i’m with you
i hit cancel (i hit cancel, i hit cancel)
when my phong rang when i’m with you
i don’t ans….

- l a donte

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