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J. Cole
J. Cole
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DJ OnPoint
DJ OnPoint
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J. Cole
J. Cole
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J. Cole
J. Cole
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Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh (this joint right here is called, "Split you up") Yeah, uh Real niggas can relate, yeah (ha-ha-ha) And 'Ville niggas can relate, man Yeah Yeah, uh (and you know why his name's OnPoint, 'cause he on point, pussy) I see you lookin' at me hard, shawty (yeah), what it's gon' be? (Uh) But you right next to your man, don't let him run up on me (nah) 'Cause I see him tryna grill, better take his ass home (ha) 'Fore I lay his ass out, then I take your ass home (ha-ha-ha-ha) I ain't even gon' front, man, a nigga tryna cut I ain't tryna take his place (nope), I just wanna hit you up (yep) When that nigga ain't around, I just wanna pick you up (uh-huh) Bring you back to the crib, sip a little liquor up (uh-huh) Then I give you a massage, get you wet, get you up (yeah) Then I give you what you want, if it's clean, I lick it up (ha-ha-ha) Now you can do me, if it's right, my shit is up Face down on your stomach, take that ass and lift it up Then I do my thang, now, shawty, listen up Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hookin' up Just remember why I call you and why we gettin' up I ain't tryna be your man, I ain't tryna split you up 'Cause I do my thang, now, shawty, listen up Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hookin' up Just remember why I call you and why we gettin' up I ain't tryna be your man, I ain't tryna split you up (yeah, uh) I'll be that nigga on the side when you feel you wanna creep (is this what you want?) (uh-huh) When you in the bed alone while your man run the street (come here) All you gotta do is dial (yeah), let the phone ring twice Baby girl, I love your style, I won't even think twice (nah) I ain't even gon' front (uh-huh), man, a nigga tryna beat (uh) I ain't tryna wife you up, though you is a dime piece (for sure) I just love the way you ride like a certified freak (uh) How you throw it right back got a nigga thighs weak (wo-ho) So just hit me when you want it, you know how to find me (yeah) Got no time for no games, you know how the grind be But I'ma make the time, if you 'bout it, dial me I'ma make you say my name like a caller ID (ha-ha-ha) 'Cause I do my thang, now, shawty, listen up Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hookin' up Just remember why I call you and why we gettin' up I ain't tryna be your man, I ain't tryna split you up 'Cause I do my thang, now, shawty, listen up Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hookin' up Just remember why I call you and why we gettin' up I ain't tryna be your man, I ain't tryna split you up Give you money to get your hair did (he can do that) Pay for dinner and a movie (yeah, he can do that) Work you out in the bed (maybe he can do that) But I know you'd much rather call me to do that And, girl, I'm with it (girl I'm with it) (ha-ha-ha-ha) (yeah) I'm so with it (I'm so with it) Baby girl, I'm so with it (I'm so with it) (ha-ha-ha-ha) So let me hit it (so let me hit it) 'Cause I do my thang, now, shawty, listen up Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hookin' up Just remember why I call you and why we gettin' up I ain't tryna be your man, I ain't tryna split you up 'Cause I do my thang, now, shawty, listen up Yeah, your pussy do bang, got no problem hookin' up Just remember why I call you and why we gettin' up I ain't tryna be your man, I ain't tryna split you up Shout out to mixtapekings.com
Writer(s): J. Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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