Imma Need My Shirt Back Lyrics By J Cole. Main song words are Takin off her skirt let her wear my shirt before she leave Imma need my shirt back N^gga you know how it go.
Imma Need My Shirt Back Lyrics
First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil
For real, you the only father that I ever knew
I get my b^tch pregnant I’mma be a better you
Prophesies that I made way back in the Ville
Fulfill, Listen even back when we was broke my team ill
Martin Luther King would have been on Dreamville
Talk to a n^gga
One time for my LA sisters
One time for my LA hoes
Lame n^ggas can’t tell the difference
One time for a n^gga who knows
Don’t save her
She don’t wanna be saved
Don’t save her
She don’t wanna be saved
Don’t save her
She don’t wanna be saved
Don’t save her
She don’t wanna be saved
No role models and I’m here right now
No role models to speak of
Searchin’ through my memory, my memory
I couldn’t find one
Last night I was gettin’ my feet rubbed
By the baddest b^tch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This b^tch will make you call your girl up and tell her “Hey, what’s good?”
“Sorry I’m never comin’ home I’mma stay for good”
Then hang the phone up, and proceed to lay the wood
I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods
Ain’t got no shame bout it
She think I’m spoiled and I’m rich cause I can have any b^tch
I got defensive and said “Nah, I was the same without it”
But then I thought back, back to a better me
Before I was a B-list celebrity
Before I started callin’ b^tches b^tches so heavily
Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody
You wasn’t sweatin’ me
I want a real love, dark skinned and Aunt Viv love
That Jada and that Will love
That leave a toothbrush at your crib love
And you ain’t gotta wonder whether that’s your kid love
N^gga I don’t want no b^tch from reality shows
Out of touch with reality hoes
Out in Hollywood bringin’ back 5 or 6 hoes
F^ck em’ then we kick em’ to the door
N^gga you know how it go
She deserved that, she a bird, it’s a bird trap
You think if I didn’t rap she would flirt back
Takin’ off her skirt, let her wear my shirt before she leave
I’mma need my shirt back
N^gga you know how it go
There’s an old saying in Tennessee – I know it’s in Texas – probably in Tennessee that says fool me once, shame on – shame on you.
If you fool me we can’t get fooled again
Fool me one time shame on you
Fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you
Fool me three times, F^ck the peace signs
Load the chopper, let it rain on you
[2x]
My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet
My only regret was too young for Nia Long
Now all I’m left with is hoes from reality shows
Hand her a script the b^tch probably couldn’t read along
My only regret was too young for Sade Adu
My only regret could never take Aaliyah home
Now all I’m left with is hoes up in Greystone
With the stale face cause they know it’s they song
She shallow but the p^^sy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
She shallow but the p^^sy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
She shallow but the p^^sy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
She shallow but the p^^sy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
[2x]
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