笨小笨Miss America(Karaoke tribute version originally performed by J. Cole) (Explicit)歌词由J. Cole演唱，出自专辑《Miss America (explicit)(Karaoke)》，下面是《Miss America(Karaoke tribute version originally performed by J. Cole) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Miss America(Karaoke tribute version originally performed by J. Cole) (Explicit)歌词完整版
Miss America (美国小姐) - Cover Pop
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people at Dreamville Records
And so my fellow americans
Ask not what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country
Excuse me
Load the clip in the chopper
Flip the script and get oscars
All my n-ggas is mobsters
All my b-tches is doctors
Cole World this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk sh-t and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip n-gga they just words
Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs
N-ggas don't see the preachers
'Til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke
Cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo
And little n-ggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
Bumpin' my sh-t always wondered
Why they f-ck with my sh-t
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge
Not about who's suckin' my d-ck
But oh well I'm gon' sell like I had no bail
For my chain and my piece I should've won Nobel
Boy you cold n-gga yeah I know n-gga
Only young n-gga do it better than the old n-ggas
Took chancesslow dance with the devil b-tch
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich
Since you all in my business
This what I tell 'em b-tch
If you ain't f-ck with me
Don't f-ck with me this life on the edge
Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid
Don't need to copy my fellas sh-t
Scoopin' hoes in the party some Cinderella sh-t
Smash for the hell of it livin' life on the edge
Miss America petty thoughts
Miss America petty thoughts
Miss America petty thoughts
Just to floss pay any and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I about dollars or about change
Am I about knowledge or about brains
Freedom or big chains
They don't feel my pain
Blood on my sneakers
No remorse for the grievers
He played the corner like Revis
He should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin'
Blood spillin' I love killin'
N-ggas'll swear that they it
This is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed this is embarrassing sh-t
Bunch of b-tches posin' on
Some old Miss America sh-t
I was a wilder n-gga back
On my therapist sh-t
Moving careless as sh-t
In a city where n-ggas really
Don't care who they hit
Who the f-ck was I
Just a young little n-gga
Tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks
Where them scarecrows at
No brains on a n-gga but they'll air your back
F-ck the man Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't fight your wars I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes I'mma learn your craft
I'mma f-ck your daughters I'mma burn your flag
Took chances slow dance with the devil b-tch
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich
Since you all in my business
This what I tell 'em b-tch
If you ain't f-ck with me
Don't f-ck with me this life on the edge
Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid
Don't need to copy my fellas sh-t
Scoopin' hoes in the party some Cinderella sh-t
Smash for the hell of it livin' life on the edge
Miss America petty thoughts
Miss America petty thoughts
Miss America petty thoughts
Just to floss pay any and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I about dollars or about change
Am I about knowledge or about brains
Freedom or big chains they don't feel my pain
They don't feel my pain
They'll never feel my pain
And they'll never play this sh-t on the radio
