Lyrics:
didn't fold
It could've have been me it could been us
The j give common sense like hus
Peng girl ask iffa got feeling don't get lined by the bitch you
her Sunday school down the road
'Cause I'm raising me a country girl
Don't be fooled by her golden curls
She's sweet as sugar but tough as nails
discretion advised, please cover your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs Bunny
Little girls too,
drop with no top
Nicer than J. Cole's watch
I'm nicer a whole lot
Nice on the mic like wireless capability
Nice when I write and I ain't talkin' 'bout
got two daddies
This a reunion, no family
I wanna f*** you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone,
a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon' be alright
Girl I got
ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad
J-U-M-P
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you jump, jump
A Daddy Mac will make you jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you jump, jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
fed up
Like J Cole, i'mma get up, and I won’t ever let up
I seen the haters in the crowd, they need to get their bread up
If they was paid, why would
And-a take to the ska-da-da-da-dy
Brr, until-a that mornin'
There's nothin' gonna harm you, girl
With Mommy and Daddy standing by, yeah
Pretty
and Daddy standing by, yeah
Pretty little darlin', I said, a-right now
Don't let a tear, don't let a tear, don't let a tear
When I burn out on the bike
Holla at the young thugs
What we doing tonight
I'm in the O.J. throwback jersey
Dressed to kill,Bridget won't get it
born into this world
Ran by a little rectangular papers
You're so mean until you see all the green
Daddy's little girl until he
Takes away your money
to the nearest J
You need me I'm one call away
But I'm cautious of that interstate so back roads be my safest way
It take a little longer but it make it there by
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
here bears don't cry
I'll sing you a lullaby
Shut your little tender eye
As we let life pass us by
I will be your guiding light
Teach you all your wrong
Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning
Wanted to be a part of it
Cater it to my audience j cole runnin' late
If he don't show up
Think I can take his place
to put my hand on
Grin on, bad bitches to bend on, depend on
If I don't catch the paper chase syndrome
Sittin' my girl on, to kick a little somethin' bout
Little girl, little girl what have I done
To make you treat me so
You have caused me to weep
You have caused me to moan
You have caused me to leave
the way to self care
I can't even lie I know
Do this for the kids
For every little Black boy
Wondering just who he is
For every little black girl
Burned by
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
trip (J Cole)
Walking with a crooked smile it's a cole skip
I'm driving ice with the black rims gotta cool whip (Skrt Skrt)
I guard my boys backs like
(Didn't your Mama tell you how to behave,girl?
Didn't your Daddy tell you not to wear that little thing?)
Been told you never get something for
Yeah
You know
My niggas told me I was gonna be the next J Cole
So I guess imma be the next J Cole
But you know me
I gotta be better than that
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