Higher versuri

Versuri J. Cole – Higher lyrics

[Chorus]
Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil’ gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one, but you the one that I desire
Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil’ gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one, hey, uh

[Verse 1]
What up, girl? Tell me how you feelin’
You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a fillin’
If you got a man, do that nigga need a fill-in?
She said looks kill and I’m tryna make a killin’
God willin’, I’ll be chilling on a boat, nigga
Love is a gamble, I ain’t dealin’ with no broke nigga
Down in Miami with a super-ho team
Tryna bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring
Or she down in Dallas at the All-Star Game spittin’ all-star game
Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name, somethin’ like James
Somethin’ like Wade, if you something like paid
You can fuck tonight, yeah, she sayin’, „Fuck some nice J’s
What about your life savings?” Won’t spend her life slavin’
So she graduated rich-nigga wife trainin’
And if you got money, man, the head is amazin’

[Chorus]
Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil’ gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one, but you the one that I desire
Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil’ gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one

[Verse 2]
What up, girl? Tell me how you been
Ain’t seen you since the twelfth grade, even back then
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
But you done got thicker on a nigga, goddamn
Hey now, I got a thing for you
It’s been a long time comin’, I should hang with you
‘Cause, see, way back, I thought to fuck with you was impossible
Count your baby daddies now, two and a possible, uh
You still got it, though, yeah, you still got it, though
Girl, your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
You got your mean little walk with the model pose
You got your hair did, you got designer clothes
You still got it, though, yeah, you still got it, though
You got your nails did, damn, girl, you’re on a roll
Do you give brains? Did you make the honor roll?
Don’t worry about your man, baby, he ain’t gotta know

[Chorus]
Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil’ gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one, but you the one that I desire
Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire (Hey)
Pour a lil’ gas, spark up your lighter (Yeah)
You might not be the one (Hey)

[Verse 3]
I get bored so fast that they won’t last
But, girl, you’re special like I met you in the slow class
‘Cause your ass got me fiendin’ for you so far
My life is like a movie, would you be my costar? Like Halle Berry
Your old nigga act like a bitch like Tyler Perry
You caught him down in Memphis cheatin’ like ****
I see you like to stay up on your ESPN
If your mind is on sex, you must got ESP then
Had a crush on way back, I wasn’t VIP then
But I was plottin’ on you, I really wish that I’d have got to know you
Before we grew up and I blew up with these Benjamins
That way I know for sure your love is really genuine
Is you my homie? Well, show me what kind of friend you is
What if it’s phony and only ‘cause I can give you ends?
Too late for turnin’ back, fuck it, we continuin’
Get your ass in that position I love to bend you in

[Chorus]
Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil’ gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one, but you the one that I desire
Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher
We about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a lil’ gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one