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Forbidden Fruit
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Songwriter
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Sam Giannelli
Sam Giannelli
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Roc Nation
Executive Producer

Lyrics

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 Ayo, I walked through the valley of the shadow of death Where niggas hold TECs 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 Or 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 XXL? Or Fader, fuck your magazine hater When I say that I'm the greatest, I ain't talking about later I'ma drop the album the same day as Kanye Just to show the Boyz the man now like Wanyá And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends But this what's next, the boy sick, can't disinfect Life's a bitch and her 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 (bitch) I got a new one, I finally got a cool ad lib Be at all the shows everybody be like, bitch Bitch, bitch Or you can do the low cool shit, 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'ma be out, it'll be like 30 minutes tops It'll be like 30 minutes, I'll be right back out, aight 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 through with 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 what, the watch, the platinum watch
Writer(s): Ronnie Foster, Jermaine L. Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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