J. Cole - Purple Rain lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Purple Rain lyrics]
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey yeah hey
Bright lights, big dreams
Nice night, or so it seems
Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans
Praying that she might get seen by
A nigga with a contract
With a sports team or just a nigga
That you figure could afford things
Like more rings for her fingers
She used to fuck singers but
Said they too soft, just copped a new loft
For you walk into her crib got
To take your shoes off
Thats only step one your dress is next hun
You say your kid sleep
I don't want no step son
But lead the way to your bed room
King size bed so we got leg room
She give Queen like head so we got head room
My God than I work her like it's my job
Her moans is like music to my ears iPod
And then I hit the door
Cause baby I got to go
Oh yeah don't act like you don't know
I know you've been through this before
Check it, I make the rich bitch beg
Make the good girl steal
Make the old ladies blush
Make the young hoes squeal
For real, for real
Good girl huh, father was a preacher
Sent her off to college thought he
Got her on a leash though
From the outside man them
Girls be the squeakiest
You get 'em inside them
Girls be the freakiest
Mischievous, downright devious
Say she want cake I got
All the right ingredients
Running round fronting like a
Pure white virgin
Gave a nigga dome while her
Father gave a Sermon
Amen, let the choir sing
She be walking round campus
Like the quiet thing
Some niggas scared to approach
When they admiring
Man if they know like I know
She got that fire thing
Pour a little OJ with some P-trone
I'm feeling ok, but homie she's gone
When remmy Rev called she just ignore him
I had her calling on God 'til the wee morn
And than I hit the door nigga
Cause baby I got to go
Oh yeah don't act like you don't know
I know you've been through this before
Hey hey hey yeah hey
Bright lights, big dreams
Nice night, or so it seems
Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans
Praying that she might get seen by
A nigga with a contract
With a sports team or just a nigga
That you figure could afford things
Like more rings for her fingers
She used to fuck singers but
Said they too soft, just copped a new loft
For you walk into her crib got
To take your shoes off
Thats only step one your dress is next hun
You say your kid sleep
I don't want no step son
But lead the way to your bed room
King size bed so we got leg room
She give Queen like head so we got head room
My God than I work her like it's my job
Her moans is like music to my ears iPod
And then I hit the door
Cause baby I got to go
Oh yeah don't act like you don't know
I know you've been through this before
Check it, I make the rich bitch beg
Make the good girl steal
Make the old ladies blush
Make the young hoes squeal
For real, for real
Good girl huh, father was a preacher
Sent her off to college thought he
Got her on a leash though
From the outside man them
Girls be the squeakiest
You get 'em inside them
Girls be the freakiest
Mischievous, downright devious
Say she want cake I got
All the right ingredients
Running round fronting like a
Pure white virgin
Gave a nigga dome while her
Father gave a Sermon
Amen, let the choir sing
She be walking round campus
Like the quiet thing
Some niggas scared to approach
When they admiring
Man if they know like I know
She got that fire thing
Pour a little OJ with some P-trone
I'm feeling ok, but homie she's gone
When remmy Rev called she just ignore him
I had her calling on God 'til the wee morn
And than I hit the door nigga
Cause baby I got to go
Oh yeah don't act like you don't know
I know you've been through this before