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Purple Rain Lyrics - Friday Night Lights - J. Cole

Hey hey hey 

Hey hey hey 

Yeah hey 

 

Bright lights, big dreams 

Nice night or so it seems 

Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans 

Praying that she might get seen by a nigga with a contract 

With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things 

Like more rings for her fingers 

She used to fuck singers but said they too soft, just copped a new loft 

For you walk into her crib got to take her shoes off 

Thats only step one your dress is next hun 

You say your kid sleep, I don't want no step son 

But lead the way to your bed room, king size bed so we got leg room 

She give Queen like head so we got head room, my God 

Than I work her like its my job 

Her moans are like music to my ears ipod 

 

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And than I hit the door, cause baby I got to go 

Oh yeah don't act like you don't know 

I know you've been through this before 

 

Check it, I make the rich bitch beg 

Make the good girl steal 

Make the old ladies blush 

Make the young hoes squeal 

For real, for real 

 

Good girl huh, father was a preacher 

Sent her off to college thought I got her on a leash though 

From the outside though, them girls be the squeakiest 

You get 'em inside them girls be the freakiest 

 

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Mischievous, downright devious 

Say she want cake I got all the right ingredients 

Running round fronting like a pure white virgin 

Gave a nigga dome while her father gave a Sermon 

Amen, let the choir sing 

She be walking round campus like the quiet thing 

So niggas scared to approach when they admiring 

Man if they know like I know she got that fire thing 

Pour a little OJ with some P-trone 

I'm feeling ok, but homie she's gone 

When remmy Rev called she just ignore him 

I had her calling on God till the weed 

And than I hit the door nigga 

 

Cause baby I got to go 

Oh yeah don't act like you don't know 

I know you've been through this before 

 

Check it, I make the rich bitch beg 

Make the good girl steal 

Make the old ladies blush 

Make the young hoes squeal 

For real, for real 

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