Nobody's Perfect (feat. Missy Elliott) - J. Cole

Hello baby This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh) He just wanna get me hot He just tryna get my twat He wanna taste of my goodies He say it taste like butterscotch Boy you cannot get me locked You tryna get me you get blocked Unless you tryna marry me My ring must be big as a rock I open up my candy shop, my panties drop You see what I got, ya I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice All in the box Know you better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop Baby you know what I got I'm top notch I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I If I am your girl or your chick Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch Boy you don't try to play stick 'Cause Missy not chasin' your d- Boy you don't wanna get hit, you's a trip 'round your boys You be flippin' that script Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped I am the best that they get, when I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these d- All on your face that you taste on, that's cake when I shake it I might let you lick Licky-lit, like kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick I'm fit like a brick, I'm hot as one can get This shit is so lit I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I Softly, tell me would you stay baby You know I give you more than she I know just where you wanna be, yeah Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby Louder than the TV, knockin' boots We rockin' to grindin' music playin' I wish you could see what I see, baby Comin' for you boy, don't you say a thing Baby, why you so thirst? (Thirst) Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt) You know I got a man Know this p- not yours (Yours) You just tryna pop the churrs You get kicked to the curb (Curb) I know want this big old donk But you must wife this chick first I'm lookin' for a romance (Woo) We could hold hands (Woo) Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo) Yeah I want a black man To eat it up like Pac-Man Boy you stop playin' (Woo, yeah) Stop playin' This be the jam Miss don't really give a damn I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive Turn the volume up It's very necessary, on the contrary No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, 'cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry 'Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get buried Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin' Hiding from me, 'cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin' In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I come out bustin' That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin' Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer He used to swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter 'til nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the Avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin' fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Niggas keeps drawin', the streets keep callin' Drink 'til I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad 'cuz y'all suck Please do not try to fuck with this young duck Please do not try to fuck with this young duck Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Turn the volume up

It's entertainment time! Woo Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house We doing big things here kids Hip hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M (Slick Rick an' M) Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy (Slick Rick an' M) Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude And treat me like a prostitute Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me Cruise up and down one two fifth Lookin' for a guy like you to get with I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him Might as well try him, the freak that I am M dot SE always grindin' Please don't think I'm crazy (oh) But boy you are super fine (do it to me, do it to me) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oh) holla! Enough to make me lose my mind (lose my mind) Yeah You know I really want it (Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M, now I want it, yeah) Don't make me wait oh no, no don't make me wait oh no (Missy) No longer will I pretend (Slick Rick in the house) Let's get it on cause we both grow (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get Bump into my home girl in Miami, Missy Elliott Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss! Gave honey a hug I feel her touching my privates Shuck I guess, main course is in I said you know I'm married? Yeah and what's that supposed to mean? Proposition for you Ruler Proceed on Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on You with it? Down to bless one and I left one The Hit Factory, later on around eleven With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in I see her looking mighty sexy and the lights all dim Have a drink The booze and the karmy go oddly After having a drink I start to feel unusually horny Swelling stone, or well writ poems Busy pounding like I'm trying to break her pelvis bones Please don't think I'm crazy (oh, Slick Rick is in the house) But boy you are super fine (do it to me, do it to me) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oh) holla! Enough to make me lose my mind, lose my mind Know I really want it, and now I want it Don't make me wait oh no, no don't make me wait oh no No longer will I pretend Boss of the females Let's get it on cause we both grown (recognize, recognize) Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him Nice shoe size, how could I deny him Big bankroll to help me retire Me and him together smell like big empire (uh huh) Don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're giving me some money making sure I look cute But don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're giving me some money making sure I look cute Please don't think I'm crazy (oh) P-p-please don't think I'm crazy (oh) Bu-bu-but boy you are super fine (d-do it to me, do it to me) F-f-f-ine

I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey Hey It took me all day to find some inspiration It just hit me like a ton of bricks, no renovation Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation And they say that's flattering, but I ain't flattered at all Matter fact y'all need to practice that more See my man Nate asked me if I gained weight I said, "Nah, my pockets got fatter, that's all" Money was an issue, but now that that's solved I ball, I ball, like Kobe in the fall Put trophies on wall, rather trophies on my mantle Dog my shows be off the handle, take the proceeds go to gamble Ha! Bet it on black and pray, I quadruple my salary If I win, maybe then I could pay Sallie Mae Told her I be dealin' with some real-life shit She be askin' when?, bitch! When I feel like it Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Uh, turn up the 808's for me Back when I was starvin' no one made a plate for me Now I do it big and that's my day-to-day story I got the type of shit that make a hater say sorry Bitch, I made this in the crib, watchin' Belly Eatin' peanut butter jelly, what the fuck the niggas tell me They say I'm takin' long, I tell 'em patience is a virtue I'm goin' all out and bitch I never had a curfew See, when you're spittin' so real Suddenly these phony niggas lose they appeal Got 'em feelin' like my niggas when they lose, they appeal Then it's back to the cell, back to the hell At times, I watch the news and see they talkin' 'bout diplomacy And they ain't got a clue my niggas ain't got they diplomas, see Rappers show me love, I wonder what it could be I think they scared of me, and they should be Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Okay, we outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here We outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Ayy, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, my niggas riding my city understand us See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up They can't call us bandits no more Same hood, same corner store But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water I'm one of five, she the only daughter She ain't used to sharing, I ain't used to caring Let's play truth or dare 'Cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite I'ma go lights out, Black Dynamite Smoke one, that I might I'm on my night job, always knew how to play these cards of mine Fuck rap, we seen harder times Jump back like Vinny Carter prime I'm on mine I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Aye, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, y'all niggas jivin', I'm back up in position Earnhardt, I'ma catch some nigga slippin' Burn hard on a track and get to whippin' I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention? For my nigga with the pass to get the flip in Boy that trap is a accurate description I'm on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner '010 niggas thought he was a gonner He ducked shots, now it's "Bas, we gotta phone her" I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and Won't tell you 'bout no Basquiats don't want 'em Nigga word to Selassie, I'm zonin' I'm on my night job Got old niggas tryna bite 'cause they can't capture The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dash's Nicorette, that's patchwork That ain't better than your last work Cigarette, let the ash burn Omen said don't worry 'bout the last word I'ma hit the gas swerve on 'em, skrrr Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated Now she on my FaceTime and, my nigga, she just masturbated Fuck a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty How many rappers I killed? Counted at least 40 Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me I'm horny like that Coltrane album A Love Supreme, that's Cole fav' album Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album Lately, silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me They've been loving me this whole time My only adversary was my own mind Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09 With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all Fuck your co-sign, that nigga can't fuck with Cole neither Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether to eat ya We gotta heat for niggas, keep reachin' If these bullets was heat-seeking they wouldn't even reach you niggas I'm on my

That girl walks into a party Looking like a million in a dress from Target The reason why every head in the whole room turns That's her Red light little white Honda Strawberry blonde that she got from her mama Blowing out the wind and then she's gone in a beautiful blur That was her That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her That girl at the concert dancing Clapping with her flip-flops, feet in the grass Yeah, the only band anybody's watching is the one on her shirt That's her That girl that girls wanna hate All the boys wanna date They can't 'cause I ain't Never ever gonna give her a reason to leave 'Cause all I need is her That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her Right here Her lipstick on the rim of my bed Even the stars of the night this clear Ain't falling like I'm falling for her, yeah That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her Yeah, I'm just lucky to be with her I'm talking 'bout that girl Yeah, that's her