J. COLE

J. COLE - Bun B For President

rate me

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

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

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