Trouble

J. Cole

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    [Hook]
    I said set it off on my left, set it off on my right
    I said liquor all in my breath, bitches all in my sight
    I said real niggas trying to fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight
    I said gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah, god flow
    Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso
    Niggas say I live fast, die young, so I drive slow
    And pray I die old
    In the drop with the top low
    Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo
    Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all know
    And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi go
    I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking 'bout it
    My niggas say why you gotta think about it?
    The bitch want too much, hit my phone too much
    If I gotta be frank about it, ain't worth the stress
    First the text, then the draws, see first the sex
    Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed
    Want flowers, cards, and the purses next
    Nah, bitch can't get a dollar
    Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow
    Can get a nut, heard "Can't Get Enough"
    Now she fuck a nigga thinkin' that she may hit the lotto
    No way, Jose
    Could write a book called, "The Things Hoes Say"
    Show a lot of love to my sisters though
    But these bitches so predictable
    I'm in trouble
    Getting to the promised land
    You don't want problems, I promise, man
    I take you to the promise land
    You don't want problems, I promise, man

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    [Verse 2]
    And I'm going back to school
    Only for the hoes and a class or two
    Young bad bitch made the pastor drool
    Everybody sweat her like Catholic school
    Sat next to her in the back of the class
    Cheated off of her test and I'm grabbing her ass
    She like "Don't you know this shit already?
    Nigga, ain't you rich already?"
    Yeah, but I got dumb as shit
    Hanging 'round these rappers cause they dumb as shit
    But I'm back on track, jumpshot wasn't that good
    Couldn't sell crack but I rap good
    That's one stereotype
    Know a lot of niggas that'll marry your type
    Bad bitch with a degree, I let 'em scoop ya
    I'm Koopa, I never been the Mario type
    No saving hoes
    I ain't fooled cause a lot of cool bitches that a nigga went to school with is major hoes
    And theirs mans don't know, mans don't know, fa show
    Had a nigga's baby, little mans don’t know
    Mama, was a freak, got it in on the low
    12 years later when my song come on, he ask
    "Mama, did you fuck J. Cole?"
    Whoa

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    Composición: Maejor y J Cole

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