J. Cole

Bun B For President
Uh-uh Ha! Yeah Nigga, aye Yeah, uh Below that mason dixon my residence, dirty South Confederate Aye, we should hold elections, I say Bun B for president He represent them real niggas TX to ATL, to NC, yeah them Ville niggas Them Trill niggas Chill nigga it's that rider shit My bottom bitch say "I'm not a bitch, boy I got a bitch" I keep her ass in Prada shit, these rappers counterfeit I probably train niggas, yeah this that teach you how to shit I'm bout this shit, my minds a glock, my mouths the clip My words is bullets, I'm bout to spit I leave you leakin', you lay in peace as if the streets a couch and shit You see me on my bouncing shit, watch out I put you out this shit Man I'm making so much money, gotta pay somebody to count this shit Probably gonna make my accountant sick Boy I'm higher than the mountains get These new niggas ain't talkin bout nothing Cause it's obvious they ain't been around this shit So they bound to split where they go down, profound with these pronouns Ladys loving J. Cole now so you better not bring your hoe round Songtexte You know the residence, dirty south confederate Ate we should hold elections, I say Bun B for president! He represent them real niggas TX to ATL, to NC, yeah them Ville niggas Them Trill niggas Hey! Aus Songtexte Mania