[Verse 1: J. Cole] She like my kick game And when we met, don't kick game I put her front row of the Knick game Now she in my phone with a nickname It's, it's, it's, hmm (Mmm) Grippy Yeah (gvrlnd!, I'm rockin' with this one) Grippy, huh Grippy, I call her that 'cause it's grippy She thinkin' it hip, she a hippie And she thinkin' of lips, she gon' lick me And she sendin' a flick when she hit me With a kissin' emoji, she miss me When she see me, she say she gon' strip me She gon' chew on the stick like it's Wrigleys Mm, yеah, believe it or not likе Ripley's She said she was gay until I slayed, now she's strictly— As soon as she page, I'm on the way, and I be showin' up quickly On the highway, I'm goin' a hundred-and-fifty Like, I gotta get you up out the Vickies, uh, like So good, I just had an epiphany It's grippy and wet, you know I'm a vet, but you makin' me feel like a rookie How you make me tap out so swiftly? But I'm back for the second round victory I remember I saw you on Fifth Ave. with your homie Sabrina and Tiffany I was thinkin' like, "Damn, your whole clique bad" But I wanted your body specifically, hmm Like, I'm tryna see how that glove gon' fit me, hmm Like, I wanna feel like I'm touchin' your kidneys, hmm Like, I'ma send all your kids to Disney, hmm, hmm I'ma pay a lil' extra, make sure they meet Mickey, hmm She a what? She a what? She a grippy, huh She a what? She a what? She a grippy
[Verse 2: Cash Cobain] Destiny I'm tryna give you the best of me I wanna kill it like rest in peace Eat on that pussy like it was a recipe, like Shanti I wanna make you a mommy You look good as a redhead, dreadhead, black hair, pink hair, blondie, like Zari I know I be on ya body Not Meg Thee Stallion, but you a hottie You let me hit I'ma buss ya scalotti, like damn Mia I cannot wait till I see ya I cannot wait till I eat ya You got a nigga then I wanna be him, like damn Jada You know I would never play ya Can I put you on my face love I want ya pussy now and want it later, like Kayla Got a body like you Wayda Can I put you on my face love That pussy creamy call you mash potatoes, like China You got that good up vagina I gotta, find ya I gotta hit one more time to remind ya, like damn Niyah, you the quiet, you the shy one I wanna mm, nevermind love Fuck that, I want parts of ya vagina, like damn Toni I know that shit macaroni I wanna be more than homies Gimme that pussy don't be acting phony, like Onny You the opposite of boney Can you ride it like a pony Whenever you want it mommy, you could call me, like TNT I wanna have us a 3v3 Make it a movie, DVD All of us got our phones on DND, like damn Tiq the freak, Destiny, Lexi, I got a BNB Polishers, like the eatery None of these others niggas ever seeing me Marni, Marni I don't wanna talk about Marni I don't think that I should talk about Marni Fuck it, I'ma talk about Marni You piss my bitches off like a potty Can't get these niggas off of your body I wanna put it all in your body Wanna get in ya draws, till my dick is soft, now my dick is off in ya body I got that different talk If a nigga say that he don't want you then he get gizz lotti Like damn [Bridge: Cash Cobain] Mmmh Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmh
[Verse 3: Cash Cobain] Jess We could make a mess, tss I got something I must confess, tss I wanna see you get undressed, fisher I'm bout to send you my address Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm And when it in doubt, got me figured out, can't forget about Millie I wanna fuck your body till your dizzy Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty I'm about to call your phone so come get with me Know you don't drink, can you sip me? I want ya face, you so pretty I got a thing, for your titties I wanna eat your body like a ten piece, damnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
