Lyrics:
on toes
I'm J. Cole the way I diss niggas
Factual facts factually fictionalizing what niggas say in they raps
I dissected every word that you had said in
hate
When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J
Then he started makin' records for the girls and shit
So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away
I
younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J
Then he started making records for the girls and shit
So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away
I stole moves from
In my headphones
Homie I bang a little bit of Big, little bit of Pac in there
In my headphones
Keep me a little Hov, little Face, little bit of Nas
by little son
Saying daddy waky waky and take me to school.
Hook
She got me singing
Yayah ya ya yayah yah yah yah
Then I got her screaming.
Rarah ra
Yeah
(J-J-J-J-B, yeah, whoa oh, whoa no)
Now I can see it girl You ain't gotta say nothing
Your lips are calling me Like they wanna do something
I no longer feel the love that you gave me
Months done gone by and my daddy's still crying
Daddy miss his baby girl
Daddy wanna leave this world
She'll entertain by daddy kink
Manipulate her with the math that's in my lab mixed drinks
Just a sip to get her twisted then she'll have to cling
it like Dope I put it in a spoon then straight heat it up
How many real lyricists are left yo in my opinion?
There’s Kendrick, J Cole plus then
The sound of a little girl's voice was heard
She said, "That's my mommie, she's sleeping."
Then I heard the sound of her little feet tap tap tap
As she made
See, let me put y'all up on game real quick, fellas
Aight, this is what you gotta do
for your girl man
She had a long day at work
Whatever
See you
asses
Rippin' to the show in
Their daddy's E-classes
Wearin' J-Lo rose-colored sun glasses
Suckin' truck drivers for
Some backstage passes
You know how we
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
yeah
Oh my I'm so cold, I keep a Colt, no 45
Before I decided to get cosigned with J cole
I was the one behind these bars
And still did no time i still
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
steam
And it'll be like that, to the end of our ring
And it won't be soon, by the way it seem
Frukwan, Delite, Daddy-O, Wise
Paul, Dreddy and the DBC
praying for
Confidence whenever I'm done
She probably a daddy's girl at heart
Then he tore her apart
Taking dick the only thing
that she know
Focused
and Larry like Cain and Abel I got horse in the fucking stable
They like poet you a fucking a hole i'm mix bone pac and fuckin j cole
Ballin' I'm breaking
It's goin' down, I'm on scene
Shorty in the front, cuz, shorty is a ten
Know we gonna stunt, watch the J's, I'm steppin' in
Money in rotation like
your daddy's
Silver chain's nine miles long
From every link of that chain
Hangs a heart he has wronged
Little girl take the length
Of your father's
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
livin' real phat
Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass rock Caddies
Goin' on them grimmies make them ho's
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