Lyrics:
you don't want the rain?
I never asked for the world, just a portion
Tryin to make a good soldier out of daddy's little orphan
But management called
Tell Me girl do you remember
The first song that made you smile
The mix tape spinnin' in your daddy's Ford
On a small town Saturday night
Tim McGraw
to, I can't be ashamed
Daddy ain't around ain't seen him since I was eight
Every change now I go a little way
Got a job, the Olders on the estate
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
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid
That got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you
I'm with you brother
And this
Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
Hailie when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you
Rappers rap about loving
No killing
J Cole kin
Only him and EM
Let in
Whoever they think is gon be
Beneficial and dismiss all
Phony shitty little cripple
There's a little girl cute as can be
Goes by the name of Harmony
Clever little girl she asks you for gum
No fear of strangers cause she never met one
the dark)
A groovy nigga that's way too G
(Tryna tell you baby!)
A 5'3" stallion
Daddy was from Harlem, Her momma was Italian
I don't see the challenge
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
stepped in some shit
Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip
J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted
I'm finna hit the zip lick for Ziploc
Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin?
We gonna break it down a little somethin like this here
1, 2, and don't forget the Daddy
O is for the only, chief is for
Before you say it's cheaper to keep her
We consider and read her
Man, she might be the type that want P to feed her
She wants a little cheaper,
slavery
Blasting J.Cole
Man that is my melody
Shutting people down
Ain't no heart in me
But pardon me
I'mma keep digging up your roots
Defying all rules
You
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
leaving bars in a wreck
My team will win by a mile and 3 steps
My Mama need a house on a course
Step Pops need clubs
My daddy need equipment
Gramblin alum
the girls all look when I go by
It's what I wear that makes 'em sigh
Black slacks I wear a red bow-tie
Black slacks they say, "Meoh my"
Black slacks with
Children grow and years go by
Moms and dads get grey
Little girl's get married
And give their dinosaurs away
They'll live their grown up lives and call
Check this out baby girl, I want you to check out a nigga,
Cat Daddy!
Man I go to work, true winner
Jeans skinny, like Squid ward
Lookin' for
Wizard Prince Paul
The Human Mix Machine
On the microphone I'm the Ebony Chief Daddy-O
And it goes a little somethin like this
[ *Wise starts beatboxing*
Ohh Oh Ohh
Ohh Oh Ohh
Ohh Oh
Don't you cry little one, you don't need no tissues
Calm down little one, I know there's some issues
I know your daddy
in her little head like daddy wants to pound you.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit.
Makeup, bras, and lingerie no need for this
The Back murder scene in coles
World
J.cole don't feel threatened by the Heat I Bought to your world
Take the love you had for your girl And then Fuck up her
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