Forbidden Fruit

Album: Born Sinner (2013)
  • Me and my bitch, took a little trip
    Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
    Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
    Little sip
    Took a little sip, took a little sip
    T-T-Took a little, took a little, took a little sip (uh)
    Uh huh

    Ey yo, I walked through the valley of the shadow of death
    When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
    That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
    Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check?
    And if so, you gotta expect to sip juice
    From the forbidden fruit and get loose
    Cole is the king, most definite
    My little black book thicker than the Old Testament
    Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate
    Same bitch giving brains to the minister
    The same reason they call Mr. Cee "the finisher"
    Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple
    Slick with words don't hate me, son
    What you eat don't make me shit
    And who you fuck don't make me cum
    Put a price on my head won't make me run
    Try to kill me but it can't be done
    Cause my words gon' live forever
    You put two and two together Cole here forever

    Me and my bitch, took a little trip
    Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
    Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)

    Bitches come and go (You know that)
    Money come and go (You know that)
    Love come and go (Don't shit last)

    Bitches come and go (You know that)
    Money come and go (You know that)
    Love come and go (Don't shit last)

    Take a seat baby girl you've been all in my mind
    I know I ain't called gotta pardon my grind
    Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
    Came a man by myself, only father was time
    I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
    So she raised that nigga kids but she swallowing mine
    And that's why you all in my mind
    All in my line like caller number nine
    Cause a nigga poppin' like Harlem in the nine-
    Seven, way before Mase was a reverend
    I was a young nigga making A's at 11
    At 12, trying to get that taste of the Heaven
    Or Hell, only time gon' tell
    Fuck her while her mama home "baby, don't yell"
    How many record do a nigga gotta sell
    Just to get the cover of the double X L
    Or Fader, fuck ya magazine hater
    When I say that I'm the greatest
    I ain't talking about later
    I'mma drop the album the same day as Kanye
    Just to show the boys the man now like Wanyá
    And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends
    But this what next the boy sick, can't disinfect
    Life's a bitch and the pussy's wet
    My clip is loaded and this the kiss of, death
    Blah

    Me and my bitch, took a little trip
    Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
    Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)

    Bitches come and go (You know that)
    Money come and go (You know that)
    Love come and go (Don't shit last)
    Bitches come and go (You know that)
    Money come and go (You know that)
    Love come and go (Don't shit last)

    Don't shit last, and you know that
    Went to hell, got hot didn't melt
    The only man above me is God himself
    All these other niggas is below me
    Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi
    What up Queens
    Cole is the King (and you know that)
    Started with a dollar and a dream (and you know that)
    Never give a bird bitch a ring (you should know that)
    Bitch! Bitch!
    That should be my new ad lib
    I got a new one, I finally got a cool ad lib
    Be at all the shows everybody be like, Bitch!

    Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go
    Yeah pull over right here, to the right
    Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over
    Aight, look look, park right here
    I'm ma be out it'll be like 30 minutes tops
    It'll be like 30 minutes, I'll be right back out, ight
    Bitches come and go, bitches come and
    Yo, yo what up, what's poppin', I'm back, I'm back
    Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece?
    Nah the gold, the rose gold joint, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some
    What's, what the fuck is that platinum
    Is that? What's that chain right there
    Is that-ss-ss white gold, that's platinum
    Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again
    Niggas doing, niggas ain't even platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make
    Yo I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas
    Let me see that one too, the wat, the watch, the platinum watch Writer/s: JERMAINE L. COLE, RONNIE FOSTER
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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