• 標題:Huntin’ Wabbitz (Explicit)
  • 歌手:J. Cole
  • 專輯:Might Delete Later (Explicit)
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
  • 語言:en
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    Huntin’ Wabbitz (Explicit) - J. Cole
    Lyrics by:J. Cole
    Composed by:J. Cole
    Produced by:T-Minus/Charlie Heat/Ibrahim Hamad
    Shh
    Be very very quiet
    I'm huntin' wabbits

    Goddamn
    Uh
    **** runnin' in place I'd never do that
    My destination is runnin' the map
    I'll run in your trap like
    Run me your work 'fore somebody get hurt nigga run or get clapped
    I ain't cool with these dudes I don't **** with these dudes
    I don't wanna show love I don't wanna give dap
    I just wanna kick back take trips make hits make big chips
    Stack 'til they tall as Kristaps
    Me and your squad is mismatch
    Your calves ain't strong enough to follow his path
    And you know the ***** bad if I brought the ***** back
    Let the chick ride stick like I taught her witchcraft
    Caught a whiplash when they saw the whip pass
    They like Okay I see you ***** how could you not
    I drove to CVS copped a Plan B
    And I watched as she swallowed ***** I kid you not
    Can't take no risk in this game my money grew
    But my ambition's the same
    Talk to me proper you lookin' like Q at the locker
    I pop up how Bishop had came
    What's up
    Niggas gon' put some respect on my name
    One way or another
    I work the whole winter to take over summer
    They late to the party 'cause they overslumbered
    Don't hop on it now nigga stay over yonder
    I'm on Rodeo I'm bummy
    I'm 'bout to get fly like my layover comin'
    I promise I don't feel a day over twenty
    They hatin' from some far away and it's funny
    I'm clappin' at niggas like they owe me money
    Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop click
    **** now the clip lookin' like Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
    He keeps killing us father
    He keeps taking and taking
    I want to
    Pop in a new one and let off again
    Always knew we was gon' get our revenge
    Aim at whoever ain't dead I will win
    You thought 'cause I'm god of this rap ****
    That I'd just forget all the sins
    Oh how you wish
    He d**e as a hundred and ten-hour binge
    Everybody say that they start at the bottom
    I don't care to doubt 'em but this how it ends nigga
    Look at you son
    Look at what you've become
    This how it ends
    Never see no one get this high again
    Globetrotter **** ***** that's just how I spin
    Word to my palm ***** I'm too locked in
    I hit 'em up ***** I'm 2Pac twin
    Came up 'round sharks so that's just how I swim
    That's just how I swim
    I'm sorry
    I'm so sorry for what I've done