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J Cole - Grippy Lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
She like my kick game
And when you me, you don't kick game
I put her front row at the Knick game
Now she in my phone with a nickname
It's, it's, it's, hmm (Mmm)
Grippy
Yeah (Gvrlnd, I'm rockin' with this one)
Grippy, huh
Grippy, I call her that 'cause it's grippy
She thick in the hips, she a hippie
And she thick in the lips, she gon' lick me
And she sendin' a flick when she hit me
With a kissy emoji, she miss me
When she see me, she say she gon' strip me
She gon' chew on this stick like it's Wrigley's
Mm, yеah, believe it or not likе Ripley's
She said she was gay until I slayed, now she strictly dickly
As soon as she page, I'm on the way, and I be showin' up quickly
On the highway, I'm doin' a hundred-and-fifty
Like, I gotta get you up out of them Vickies, uh, like
Pussy so good, I just had an epiphany
It's grippy and wet, you know I'm a vet, but you makin' me feel like a rookie
How you make me tap out so swiftly?
But I'm back for the second-round victory
I remember I saw you on Fifth Ave with your homies Sabrina and Tiffany
I was thinkin' like, "Damn, your whole clique bad"
But I wanted your body specifically, hmm
Like, I'm tryna see how that glove gon' fit me, hmm
Like, I wanna feel like I'm touchin' your kidneys, hmm
Like, bitch, I'ma send all your kids to Disney, hmm
I'ma pay a lil' extra, make sure they meet Mickey, hmm
She a what? She a what? She a grippy, huh
She a what? She a what? She a grippy
[Verse 2: Cash Cobain]
Destiny, I'm tryna give you the best of me
I wanna kill it like rest in peace
Eat on that pussy like it was a recipe, like
Shanti, I wanna make you a mommy
You look good as a redhead, dreadhead
Black hair, pink hair, blondie, like
Zari, I know I be on your body
Not Meg Thee Stallion, but you a hottie
You let me hit, I'ma buss your scalotti, like damn
Mia, I cannot wait 'til I see ya
I cannot wait 'til I eat ya
You got a nigga, then I wanna be him, like damn
Jada, you know I would never play ya
Can I put you on my face, love?
I want your pussy now and want it later, like
Kayla, got a body like you Wayda
Can I put you on my face, love?
That pussy creamy, call you mashed potatoes, like
China, you got that good ol' vagina, uh
I gotta find ya
I gotta hit one more time to remind ya, like damn
Niyah, you the quiet, you the shy one
I wanna, mm, never mind, love
Fuck that, I want parts of your vagina, like damn
Toni, I know that shit macaroni
I wanna be more than homies
Give me that pussy, don't be acting phony, like
Onny, you the opposite of boney
Can you ride it like a pony?
Whenever you want it, mommy, you can call me, like
TNT, I wanna have us a three-v-three
Make it a movie, DVD
All of us got our phones on DND, like damn
Tiq the freak, Destiny, Lexi, I got a Bnb
Polishers like the eatery
None of these others niggas ever seein' me
Marni, Marni
I don't wanna talk 'bout Marni
I don't think that I should talk 'bout Marni
Fuck it, I'ma talk 'bout Marni
You piss my bitches off like a potty
Can't keep these niggas off of your body
I wanna put it all in your body
Wanna get in your drawers 'til my dick is soft, let my dick dissolve in your body
I got that different talk
If a nigga say that he don't want you, then he gets lotti, like damn
[Bridge: Cash Cobain]
Mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm

[Verse 3: Cash Cobain]
Jess, we could make a mess, tss
I got something I must confess, tss
I wanna see you get undressed, for sure
I'm 'bout to send you my address
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Oh, oh-oh
And when in doubt, got me figured out, can't forget about
Millie, I wanna fuck your body 'til you dizzy
Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty
I'm 'bout to call your phone, so come get with me
Know you don't drink, can you sip me?
I want your face, you so pretty
I got a thing for your titties
I wanna eat your body like a ten-piece, damn

[Outro: Cash Cobain]
Like a ten-piece McNugget, baby, for sure (Yeah)
For sure