Shea Butter Baby (with J. Cole)

Ooh

Hold it, need it, need it, yeah

Shea butter baby, fucking up your pillow

Touch me, take me, kiss me

Love me, impress me

Pull up, black truck, ganja

Wrist so blinding, heart so timeless

Wishing, you could meet me, see me, free me

You lost in the shape of my hips

Hope there is a move

If you really down, we can find it

Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Hope there is a move (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

And if you really down we can find it

Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your sheets

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

You've crossed my mind, a thousand times

The cost was fine, I draw the line

I'm back, relapse, I'm fiending

Yes, what's that? The fact, I'm dreaming

Coconut oil, the scent of your body still lingers on sheets

I got a shot at you, you wouldn't reach

Cock back, cock back, trigger release

Pop that top, take a sip of your holiest water

I know I'm a part of your flow now

Tell me you cut her, don't matter you love her

And now you got part of her soul, now

I ain't know then, but I know now

Apologies due, the one and the few

The ones I ran through, but never loved you

I pray you found peace and you whole now

I'm doin' better, I got me a chocolate bar

Climbin' on top of the bar

Think of the shape and I lick in

The places you only gon' lick when you rock with her forever

You lost in the shape of my hips

Hope there is a move

And if you really down, we can find it

Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Hope there is a move (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

And if you really down we can find it

Lost in an alley, make love

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow

(I can get close to you, baby, pull me closer)

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your sheets

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(I can get close to you baby, pull me closer)

(What are you about?)