Blu, Ray West, Dave Dar - Black Coffee lyrics

Blu! Blow that indo out
Let me get in your mouth
Yeah, let me get in your house
Let me sit on your couch
Yeah, let me feel on your crotch
'til I hear you go ouch
(yeah) Let me turn you out
Let me burn you out
Yeah, she don't wanna bounce
She just wanna count days
Each day that I be getting paid
She be getting laid she be feeling made
She wanna get a maid she don't wanna leave
She just wanna bathe
You could sell the water that she wash in
Talking about flossing
I'm talking 'bout bossing
I'm talking 'bout tossing ass back to Boston
Back, back to Slauson back, back to Orange
She don't wanna go home no more
She just wanna throw dough wanna go, go
Wanna hold on 'til she can't no more
I don't blame those same ol' no gray day
No nine-five talking 'bout a payday
Talk about AK, spray gay
Make you wake up, get your cake up
Black coffee first thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(It's percolating, percolating)

I'm just trying to make cheese
Make dreams come true, nah'mean
Tryna make that green
Make greens like grandpa do
Let me get in your head, get in your bed
I don't give a fuck what such and such said
Tell such and such that or such and such this
Tell such and such all I want to do is win
Take you to the Wynn
Get a bite to eat then her to the gym
Flip on that mattress pull out that actress
Pull a hat trick, silly rabbit going in
Making magic with a friend
Half on a, half on the Lambo making them ends
Make you feel bossy no matter what it cost me
In a loft lofty, you can smell the blend
Black coffee

First thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(It's percolating, percolating)

You could smell that Folgers sitting in air
Sitting with her legs folded
Posing in a chair sipping them beans
Blowing that steam
Blowing that tree while she pouring my drink
I be thinking 'bout money every
Day of my life
She be thinking about seeds, being my wife
She could be that breakfast, lunch
That supper
Filling them downs, she could be my upper
Touch her like I love her
Touch her like I love her
Touch her like I never put
Another one above her
Put her in that deep sleep
Sweet dreams slumber
Just to wake up all alone under covers

First thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(Percolating, percolating)
First thing when we wake up
(It's percolating, percolating)