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No Role Modelz Lyrics – J. Cole

    No Role Modelz Lyrics - J. Cole

    No Role Modelz is a popular rap song by J. Cole from the 2014 album 2014 Forest Hills Drive. Check words to J. Cole No Role Modelz Lyrics in English below.

    No Role Modelz Lyrics – J. Cole 

    [Verse 1]
    First things first: rest in peace Uncle Phil
    For real
    You the only father that I ever knew
    I get my bitch pregnant, I’ma be a better you
    Prophecies that I made way back in the Ville
    Fulfilled
    Listen, even back when we was broke, my team ill
    Martin Luther King would’a been on Dreamville, talk to a nigga

    [Pre-Chorus]
    One time for my L.A. sisters
    One time for my L.A. hoes
    Lame niggas can’t tell the difference
    One time for a nigga who know

    [Chorus 1]
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    [Verse 2]
    No role models and I’m here right now
    No role models to speak of
    Searchin’ through my memory, my memory, I couldn’t find one
    Last night I was gettin’ my feet rubbed by the baddest bitch
    Not Trina but I swear to God, this bitch’ll make you call your girl up
    And tell her, “Hey, what’s good?
    Sorry, I’m never comin’ home, I’ma stay for good”
    Then hang the phone up and proceed to lay the wood
    I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods
    Ain’t got no shame ’bout it
    She think I’m spoiled and I’m rich ’cause I can have any bitch
    I got defensive and said, “Nah, I was the same without it”
    But then I thought back, back to a better me
    Before I was a B-list celebrity
    ‘Fore I started callin’ bitches “bitches” so heavily
    Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody, you wadn’t sweatin’ me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    One time for my L.A. sisters
    One time for my L.A. hoes
    Lame niggas can’t tell the difference
    One time for a nigga who know

    [Chorus 1]
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    [Verse 3]
    I want a real love, dark-skinned Aunt Viv love
    That Jada and that Will love
    That leave a toothbrush at your crib love
    And you ain’t gotta wonder whether that’s your kid love
    Nigga, I don’t want no bitch from reality shows
    Out-of-touch-with-reality hoes
    Out in Hollywood bringin’ back five or six hoes
    Fuck ’em then we kick ’em to the do’, nigga, you know how it go
    She deserved that, she a bird, it’s a bird trap
    You think if I didn’t rap she would flirt back?
    Takin’ off her skirt, let her wear my shirt, ‘fore she leave
    “I’ma need my shirt back” (Nigga, you know how it go)

    [Pre-Chorus]
    One time for my L.A. sisters
    One time for my L.A. hoes
    Lame niggas can’t tell the difference
    One time for a nigga who know

    [Chorus 1]
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    [Interlude: George W. Bush]
    There’s an old saying in Tennessee—I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee—that says, fool me once… shame on… shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again.

    [Bridge]
    Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy)
    Fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you (Ayy)
    Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign
    Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop bop bop)
    Fool me one time, shame on you (Ayy)
    Fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you (Ayy)
    Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign
    Load the chopper, let it rain on you (Bop bop bop)

    [Verse 4]
    My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet
    My only regret was too young for Nia Long
    Now all I’m left with is hoes from reality shows
    Hand her a script, the bitch prolly couldn’t read along
    My only regret was too young for Sade Adu
    My only regret, could never take Aaliyah home
    Now all I’m left with is hoes up in Greystone
    With the stale face ’cause they know it’s they song

    [Chorus 2]
    She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow
    She shallow
    She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow (Yeah, ayy)
    She shallow
    She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow
    She shallow
    She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow
    She shallow

    [Chorus 1]
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
    Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved

    [Produced by Phonix Beats & J. Cole]

     

    Writer(s): Jermaine Cole, Tommy Smith, Tyler Williams

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