J. Cole – Higher Lyrics
Come here. I'm 'bout to take you higher
We're about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here. I'm 'bout to take you higher
We're about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one
Hey, uh. What up, girl? Tell me how you feelin'?
You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a fill-in
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 be chilling on a boat nigga
Love is a gamble, I ain't dealin' with no broke nigga
Down in Miami with a super whore team
Tryna bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring
Oh, 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 said, fuck some nice Js
What about you're life savings?
Won't spend her life slavin'
So she graduated rich nigga wife train
And if you got money, man the head is amazing
Come here. I'm 'bout to take you higher
We're about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here. I'm 'bout to take you higher
We're about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one
What up girl? Tell me how you been?
Ain't seen you since the 12th grade, even back then
Thought you was a cutie though your booty mad thin
But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn
Hey, now I got a thang 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 2 and a possible, uh
You still got it though, yeah you still got it though
Girl your body looking 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 'bout your man baby he ain't gotta know
Come here. I'm 'bout to take you higher
We're about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here. I'm 'bout to take you higher
We're about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one
I get bored so fast that they won't last
But, girl, you're special like I met you in a slow class
'Cause yo ass got me feinin' for you so far
My life is like a movie would you be my co star, like Halle Berry
You're old nigga act like a bitch like Tyler Perry
You caught him down in Memphis cheating like Calipari
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 plotting on you
I really wished that I had got to know you
Before we grew up & I blew up with these Benjamins
That way I know for sure, your love is really genuine
Is you my homie go show me what kind of friend you is
What if it's phony and only 'cause I could give you ends
Too late for turnin' back fuck it we continuing
Get your ass in that position I love to bend you in
Come here. I'm 'bout to take you higher
We're about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one but you the one I desire
Come here. I'm 'bout to take you higher
We're about to set this bitch on fire
Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
You might not be the one
Writer(s): JERMAINE L. COLE