Rather Be (Vagina Is For Lovers)

Lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole] Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Yeah, hey [Verse 1: J. Cole] Ayy, though I love you, hate that bitch that's always with you A shame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you She threw another fit, you had to split 'cause she was with you And now I'm at the crib all alone, damn, I miss you Ayy, when we first met, you was too tense for me to get through And then I got you loose, it's like a glove how I fit you Your two lips, they smell like tulips, so official My niggas'll probably clown me if I told 'em that I kissed you But you clean as a whistle, wet as a tissue in the toilet Love to hit that spot, get you hot like I boil it Even let old girl watch, she enjoy it Even though she make it hard for me to see you Knowing that I need you Now, look, don't make a grown nigga beg, that ain't fair, bitch Just take them clothes off, oh, look, you got your hair did For me, looks good, she said, "Oh, you so sweet" Now get me while you can, you 'bout to have to wait a whole week Ah, hell, not the beast, really I don't give a fuck Well, since you already bleedin', that mean I don't get to cut Ayy, look, I'm already fiendin', so just let me slide through Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you [Chorus: J. Cole] Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips I'm trying to get you hot and wet, you know, Jacuzzi that shit Then I'm bustin' like an Uzi in this bougie-ass chick The only reason that I put up with this moody-ass bitch Is you [Post-Chorus: J. Cole] Hey, baby, it's you Now, baby, it's you Hey, baby, it's you And I'd rather be with you Yeah, hey Yeah, hey Yeah, hey Yeah, hey [Verse 2: Wale] Yeah, she say, "I love you," she talks, tell me to kiss her up But when her friend visit, I still never get it much It's soo-woo season and shorty dick teasin' Now for that reason, now my shit is like a Crip sneaker Listen, love of my life, I'm tryin' to get some, a- -Ttention, you don't gotta listen, just give a fuck Your mouth, I don't need, your legs, you can keep Just tryin' to get up in your jeans, resew your seams And your pussy was the cameo, but stole the scene So I got my camera on your cameltoe, say cheese Two lips blowin' kisses, mwah to my mistress Goodbye to my girl when I'm in it I'll take you out, shorty, but let me know it's mine I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines See, it's a part of you I gotta be a part of But every other part of you make me wanna depart and Baby, look what you started, why am I working for it? Why are we still conversing when I'm sure you've heard the chorus? I'm sure you get the point and I prefer you throw it urgent Your mind can say no, but she can't control the urges [Chorus: Wale] 'Cause your booty mad thick behind them juicy-ass lips Trying to get you hot and wet, you know, Jacuzzi that shit Then I'm bustin' like an Uzi when I'm through with that shit The only reason why I put up with this stupid-ass bitch Is 'cause of you [Post-Chorus: Wale, J. Cole, & Curren$y] Hey And you, and you, and you, you, you You, and you, you And I'd rather be with you Yeah, hey (Ha) Yeah, hey (Let's go) Yeah, hey (Uh) Yeah, hey [Verse 3: Curren$y] Uh, and how I wish I would've met you first, never had a chance to try 'Cause your overprotective friend saw the lust in my eyes So you, she would hide 'cause she thought of me as a typical guy But you know I'm different, right? You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights Recognize, shorty, be real with yourself Mama feelin' herself literally And I wondering if her mission is to get rid of me 'Cause every time you come by to kick it And I open up the door, you bring her cranky ass with you Influencing your decisions, I can't even get a minute Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention She talk and I don't listen, I'm just picturin' me stickin' And movin', you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen Spitta be that nigga, bitches reachin' for my zipper 'Cause they figure that's the way to my digits, I beg to differ Lifted like the Research Group, I so get it She know you'll never be the same if I hit it You know you longing for the stroke, so you drippin' She smoking and that'll be the scapegoat for slippin' [Chorus: Curren$y] Ooh, your booty so thick behind them juicy-ass lips I'm trying to get you hot and wet, you know, Jacuzzi that shit Then I'm bustin' like an Uzi when I'm through with that shit The only reason that I put up with this bougie-ass bitch Is you [Post-Chorus: Curren$y & J. Cole] Is you Is you The only reason that I'm out for the movies is you Yeah, hey Yeah, hey (Is you) Yeah, hey Yeah, hey