Lyrics Fuck Till Morning by R. Kelly

I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
Then I'm gonna...
Then I'm gonna...

Into your pool I'm diving
(Diving)
Ain't going down like I'm diving
(Diving)
Body on fleek and I'm lurking
(Lurking)
I really don't mean that, she twerking
(Twerking)
Just like a drink, I'll be slurping
(Slurping)
I got her whole body swerving
(Swerving)
On my business I'll be working
(Working)
So much she got me burping
(Ooooh)
Eat it up, that's fast food
(Hey!)
One call that's fall through
(Knew it)
Bring her friend, f**k her too
Two b*t*hes, no issue
(Ya!)
Need some good to become the goat too
(Yeah)
Need some good weed on the go-to
(Yeah)

If you're looking for real love, find me
And I'ma change you
(Hey!)
Bring your girl around me, danger
Money talk, n***a, danger
I tell your b*t*h if you broke, never talk to strangers

I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
Then I'm gonna...
Then I'm gonna...
I'm just tryna break her back
(Back)
Go hard, no slack
(Yeah!)
Driving crazy when I ride
(Ah!)
I'm just tryna course a crash
I'ma just tryna hit the pu**y good
When I need a b*t*h, call me back
(Yeah!)
I'm just tryna hit the pu**y so good
The b*t*h don't know how to act
(Oh-Oh!)

No glove, no crap
(Yeah!)
Sent her body into shock
(Ah!)
And I don't call back
(Don't call her)
Put her on detox
(Yeah!)
She don't ever wanna stop
(Yeah!)
Going like no crop
(Oooh)
Ain't no combination
(Hell yeah!)
Had the pu**y on lock
Break her down, chop shop
(Chop chop)
Grocery, chop chop
(Chop chop)
She said that n***a boring

I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
Then I'm gonna...
Then I'm gonna...

I'm just tryna break her back
(Back)
Go hard, no slack
(Yeah!)
Driving crazy when I ride
(Ah!)
I'm just tryna course a crash
I'ma just tryna hit the pu**y good
When I need a b*t*h, call me back
(Yeah!)
I'm just tryna hit the pu**y so good
The b*t*h don't know how to act
(Oh-Oh!)

No glove, no crap
(Yeah!)
Sent her body into shock
(Ah!)
And I don't call back
(Don't call her)
Put her on detox
(Yeah!)
She don't ever wanna stop
(Yeah!)
Going like no crop
(Oooh)
Ain't no combination
(Hell yeah!)
Had the pu**y on lock

Break her down, chop shop
(Chop chop)
Grocery, chop chop
(Chop chop)
She said that n***a boring

I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
(Yeah)
I'ma f**k till morning
Then I'm gonna...
Then I'm gonna...