Video Rather Be Vagina Is For Lovers de J Cole 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

J Cole - Rather Be Vagina Is For Lovers Lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole]
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Yeah, hey

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Ayy, though I love you, hate that bitch that's always with you
A shame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you
She threw another fit, you had to split 'cause she was with you
And now I'm at the crib all alone, damn, I miss you
Ayy, when we first met, you was too tense for me to get through
And then I got you loose, it's like a glove how I fit you
Your two lips, they smell like tulips, so official
My niggas'll probably clown me if I told 'em that I kissed you
But you clean as a whistle, wet as a tissue in the toilet
Love to hit that spot, get you hot like I boil it
Even let old girl watch, she enjoy it
Even though she make it hard for me to see you
Knowing that I need you
Now, look, don't make a grown nigga beg, that ain't fair, bitch
Just take them clothes off, oh, look, you got your hair did
For me, looks good, she said, "Oh, you so sweet"
Now get me while you can, you 'bout to have to wait a whole week
Ah, hell, not the beast, really I don't give a fuck
Well, since you already bleedin', that mean I don't get to cut
Ayy, look, I'm already fiendin', so just let me slide through
Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you
[Chorus: J. Cole]
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
I'm trying to get you hot and wet, you know, Jacuzzi that shit
Then I'm bustin' like an Uzi in this bougie-ass chick
The only reason that I put up with this moody-ass bitch
Is you

[Post-Chorus: J. Cole]
Hey, baby, it's you
Now, baby, it's you
Hey, baby, it's you
And I'd rather be with you
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yeah, she say, "I love you," she talks, tell me to kiss her up
But when her friend visit, I still never get it much
It's soo-woo season and shorty dick teasin'
Now for that reason, now my shit is like a Crip sneaker
Listen, love of my life, I'm tryin' to get some, a-
-Ttention, you don't gotta listen, just give a fuck
Your mouth, I don't need, your legs, you can keep
Just tryin' to get up in your jeans, resew your seams
And your pussy was the cameo, but stole the scene
So I got my camera on your cameltoe, say cheese
Two lips blowin' kisses, mwah to my mistress
Goodbye to my girl when I'm in it
I'll take you out, shorty, but let me know it's mine
I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines
See, it's a part of you I gotta be a part of
But every other part of you make me wanna depart and
Baby, look what you started, why am I working for it?
Why are we still conversing when I'm sure you've heard the chorus?
I'm sure you get the point and I prefer you throw it urgent
Your mind can say no, but she can't control the urges
[Chorus: Wale]
'Cause your booty mad thick behind them juicy-ass lips
Trying to get you hot and wet, you know, Jacuzzi that shit
Then I'm bustin' like an Uzi when I'm through with that shit
The only reason why I put up with this stupid-ass bitch
Is 'cause of you

[Post-Chorus: Wale, J. Cole, & Curren$y]
Hey
And you, and you, and you, you, you
You, and you, you
And I'd rather be with you
Yeah, hey (Ha)
Yeah, hey (Let's go)
Yeah, hey (Uh)
Yeah, hey

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Uh, and how I wish I would've met you first, never had a chance to try
'Cause your overprotective friend saw the lust in my eyes
So you, she would hide 'cause she thought of me as a typical guy
But you know I'm different, right?
You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights
Recognize, shorty, be real with yourself
Mama feelin' herself literally
And I wondering if her mission is to get rid of me
'Cause every time you come by to kick it
And I open up the door, you bring her cranky ass with you
Influencing your decisions, I can't even get a minute
Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
She talk and I don't listen, I'm just picturin' me stickin'
And movin', you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen
Spitta be that nigga, bitches reachin' for my zipper
'Cause they figure that's the way to my digits, I beg to differ
Lifted like the Research Group, I so get it
She know you'll never be the same if I hit it
You know you longing for the stroke, so you drippin'
She smoking and that'll be the scapegoat for slippin'
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Ooh, your booty so thick behind them juicy-ass lips
I'm trying to get you hot and wet, you know, Jacuzzi that shit
Then I'm bustin' like an Uzi when I'm through with that shit
The only reason that I put up with this bougie-ass bitch
Is you

[Post-Chorus: Curren$y & J. Cole]
Is you
Is you
The only reason that I'm out for the movies is you
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey (Is you)
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey