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Still at it Villmatic, What a life we chose I'm sending this out to those Who fell down, but then rose I'm hot, I'm hell bound with these flows, Cole, And when my story's told Let it be known that I'd never fold I took my time I gave my soul I watched you shine But me I glow, so I'm coming for what I'm owed Ya know |
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Yeah hey Cole world
Hey I gotta dollar and a dream that’s all a nigga got So if it’s bout that cream then I’m all up in the spot I got a dollar and a dream just a dollar and a dream Cole walk with a nigga I give you my pain So much on my mind I wonder how it fit in my brain Scattered thoughts dark secrets lead me to a blacker heart Life can’t get any worse Stevie with his glasses off Cause I still don’t see hope lookin’ for a quick fix When everyone I see is broke get lost in weed smoke Knowin’ it make it worse thoughts roam uncontrollably Barely trustin’ niggas over a decade they been knowin’ me Shit life at the bottom nobody but God got em’ They say he wouldn’t leave me yet I’m fallin’ like it’s Autumn Tell me what do you do just when you’re on your last dollar And the stress of this mess you in can make your ass holla Do you fold grow bitter and grow cold No longer fightin’ now the only thing you grow is old Or do you flip that fuckin’ dollar to a dream Whether a scholar or a fiend watch a pawn become a king Cole Young nigga with his jeans low Nice guy just got a mean flow Never seen rich but he’s seen poor Mr dollar and a dream in case yeaain’t know that’s all a nigga got So if it’s bout that cream then I’m all up in the spot I got a dollar and a dream just a dollar and a dream Yeah armed and ready you niggas strung out you spaghetti Ya paper confetti small time ya’ll on one I’m on mine You logged off cause I’m online small talk from small minds I wanna buy the mall but there ain’t shit in this small town This where I get my dough My niggas make sure the money right and then I rip the show I run the town they tried to call me underground I spun around like you wish Homie my backpack Louis now watch just how I do this I got the nerds rappin’ hard shit dummies rappin’ smart shit Mozart meets Humphrey Bogart with this from the heart shit Play your part life is but a dream for me I get a flash of nightmares when niggas scheme on me It’s hard to see my enemies who infiltrated my team I take a step back and notice that things ain’t what they seem That’s when a nigga refocus yeah I turn on them high beams I got that red dot waitin’ I’m wastin’ your whole regime I wish a nigga would boy you can’t out smart me I let you feel like you the shit but boy you can’t out fart me Ya never have it I know you want what I got But nigga you ain’t me but you are what I’m not And that’s a phony ass lonely ass Cole is what you know me as But we far from homies if you know my mama you know me If ya don’t then well I’m sorry you should get to know Kay Man she been workin’ too hard I should send her a bouquet My goal this year is a real one gonna stack a million And as soon as I do Mama that 9 to 5 is through And I know I ain’t been callin but I’m thinkin’bout you And all the shit that you been through My girl and then my brother too Cause this life gets hard on this road yeah it’s true I don’t never tell you how much I be stressin’ but I do But I suck it up for who my fans and my mans Who probably never ever had this type of lifestyle in they plans Hoppin’ in and out of vans on the buses on the planes Gettin’ brain from a bitch and thinkin’ god damn what’s her name Sometimes I just shake my head and tell myself this is a shame And then my other side kick in like bitch don’t be so fuckin lame Dang what a life another day another night At times this shit is all blurry pray and hope that God heard me Just for those prayin’ for me man I know that y’all worry But I ain’t never failed and you can bet I never will Cole Young nigga with his jeans low Nice guy just got a mean flow Never seen rich but he’s seen poor Mr dollar and a dream in case yeaain’t know that’s all a nigga got So if it’s bout that cream then I’m all up in the spot I got a dollar and a dream just a dollar and a dream Hey cause nigga that’s life and trust me I’m livin’ Look what a nigga done made out the shit that I was given Look what a nigga made out look what a nigga made out Got a dollar and a dream three |
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Cole World Southside
Can’t get enough can’t get enough Eastside Westside worldwide Ride out Now I ain’t got no kids yet but this right here’s for practice I hate to get the seats in the Benz wet but that’s how good yo’ ass is make an old man get his glasses make Wesley pay his taxes Then follow yo’ moves all week on Twitter prolly make a gay nigga reconsider You now rockin’ with the best mayne dress game down to the sex game Won’t brag but the boy been blessed mayne let you play with the stick Ovechkin She calling she texting she’s falling but lemme explain Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate girl ’cause a nigga don’t play them ex games No Straight sexing no handcuff or arresting And I ain’t comin’ offa my last name cause I really can’t take no stressing Bout where I done been who I done hit your homegirl sayin He a bad boy But I’m signed to the Roc no time for the gossip bitch put down them tabloids She said I heard you got a main chick A mistress and some hoes You be up to no good And everybody knows My homegirls tried to warn me They tried to let me know But what you got I need a lot So I can’t let you go She said I can’t get enough can’t get enough I can’t get enough can’t get enough I can’t get enough of what you got Good God you hit the spot Tried to let go but I just could not So don't you stop I need that Hey Globetrotter Cole hotter either way out in London town Hoes holla ’cause they love my sound and I got love for the underground Kweli Pimp C H town where Bun get down Met a bad bitch that’ll cut all night that’ll suck all night you just cut off lights Almost missed my flight tryna give my last girl a nut all right She be down for whatever whenever I wanna get up in the guts all right Never fuss or fight on the grind tryna find this lettuce I love it when you give me head I hate it when you give me headaches She said I heard you got a main chick A mistress and some hoes You be up to no good And everybody knows My homegirls tried to warn you They tried to let me know But what you got I need a lot So I can’t let you go She said I can’t get enough can’t get enough I can’t get enough can’t get enough I can’t get enough of what you got Good God you hit the spot Tried to let go but I just could not So don't you stop I need that Hey Cole World baby ain’t nothin’ sunny I see ‘em hatin’ but it ain’t nuttin’ to me I’m from the Ville where they bang for the money And carry fo’fives like change for a twenty So what I look like scurred Them niggas over there look like nerds Never mind that girl let’s make a track I’ll beat the pussy up that’s the hook right thurr That’s the hook right there There’s the hook right there Never mind that girl let’s make a track I’ll beat the pussy up that’s the hook right thurr She said I heard you got a main chick A mistress and some hoes You be up to no good And everybody knows My homegirls tried to warn you They tried to let me know But what you got I need a lot So I can’t let you go She said I can’t get enough can’t get enough I can’t get enough can’t get enough I can’t get enough of what you got Good God you hit the spot Tried to let go but I just could not So don't you stop I need that |
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Yeah I had this little bad
thing something like them tens She gave a nigga mad brain something like The Wiz But you see the sad thing fuckin’ with her is Is the chick ain’t even have brains dummy like a bitch So I tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are And where we’ve come and how we still have to go really far Like baby look at how we live broke on the boulevard But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra Then all I really want is for her to go down low Before you know it she wet enough to get drowned slow And all that deep shit I was previously down for Replaced by freak shit I am currently down for You see I peeped it pussy is power That proud feeling we get knowin’ that pussy is ours And how it feels to feel that feeling You feeling when you be drillin’ that shit Got her sayin’ you be killin’ that shit And all the pain the world cause she be healin’ that shit And naw that ain’t your girl dog but you be feelin’ that chick and you just wanna tell her everything she might need But in the meantime it’s lights please Lights please lights please Turn off the lights For now everything just seem so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I’m feeling like things gon’ be alright Lights please lights please Turn off the lights For now everything just seem so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I’m feeling like things gon’ be alright So now we in the hotel mirrors on the ceiling She say she wanna blow Ls I hear her and I’m willin’ But every time I smoke well a nigga mind gone So that every word I spoke well I’m tryin to put her on But she couldn’t hear me I told her all about how we been living a lie And that they love to see us all go to prison or die Like baby look at how they show us on the TV screen But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans Then all I really want is for her to get on top Before you know it she workin’ jerkin’ it nonstop And all that next shit I was previously talkin’ Is now that wet shit that I’m currently lost in And while that sweat drip I am reminded All the times my brother told me that pussy is blindin’ I’m findin’ the more I grow the more y’all seem to stay the same Don’t even know the rules but yet y’all tryin’ to play the game And ain’t it shameful how niggas blame hoes for givin’ birth To a baby that took two to make coward nigga you a fake How you gonna look in your son’s face and turn your back Then go start another family dawg what type of shit is that She said it’s okay rub my head and told me to relax Laid a nigga down proper like she was recording tracks Said I know you wanna change the world but for the night please Just reach over and hit the lights please Lights please lights please Turn off the lights For now everything just seem so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I’m feeling like things gon’ be alright Lights please lights please Turn off the lights For now everything just seem so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I’m feeling like things gon’ be alright Lights please Lights please Lights please Lights please Turn off the lights Lights please |
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I put my heart and soul in this
game I’m feelin’ drained Unappreciated unalleviated Tired of comin’ up short fuck abbreviated Want my whole name spelled out my own pain spilled out No pain no gain I blow brains Cobain Throw flames Liu Kang the coach ain’t help out So I call my own shots I’m David Blaine I’m breakin’ out of my own box you stay the same But homie if you change man you change for the better Back when Martin King had a thing for Coretta Wonder if she seen all the dreams he was dreamin’ Did she have a clue of all the schemes he was schemin’ Still loved him just enough to put up with the cheatin’ Months go by and only see him for a weekend I say a prayer hope my girl ain’t leavin’ We all got angels we all got demons As you fall through the club Bad bitches down to do all the above Money comes fast so bein’ hungry don’t last Till you look in the mirror and you saw who you was Cole World it couldn’t be more clearer The time is now couldn’t be more herer My reign gonna last like 3 4 eras Say hello to the real I can be your hero Hey I’mma put us all on the map Gone and I ain’t lookin’ back I knew they gone feel it like they tank on E I promise baby you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why I ain’t gonna be no more Thinking I’mma fall don’t be so sure I wish somebody made guidelines On how to get up off the sidelines Up in 1st class laugh even though it’s not funny See a white man wonder how the fuck I got money While he sit at coach hate to see me walk past em Young black pants sag headphones blastin Know what he askin how did he manage With all the cards against him he used them to his advantage Slang we be speakin’ probably soundin’ like Spanish Then I fuck they heads up when a nigga show manners Some New York niggas thought it was funny callin’ us Bamma Laughin’ at the grammar cause they didn’t understand us Must’ve thought we slow but little do they know I came up in here to take advantage of that shit ya’ll take for granted Opportunity that I would kill for Lookin’ at rappers like what the fuck you got a deal for When I was assed out with my funds low It’s nice to know I had the whole world at my front door Hey I’mma put us all on the map Gone and I ain’t lookin’ back I knew they gone feel it like they tank on E I promise baby you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why I ain’t gonna be no more Thinking I’mma fall don’t be so sure I wish somebody made guidelines On how to get up off the sidelines I made it to the Roc even though they tried to box me out I got the key to the game they tried to lock me out But what they don’t understand is this is all plan It’s a bigger picture and you can’t photoshop me out Some nigga ask me why Jay never shout me out Like I’m supposed to give a fuck Don’t you know that I be out in France Where the fans throw they hands like Pacquiao Not cause my looks cause my hooks could knock Rocky out And my lines is designed from the heart Young Simba been a lion from the start Dumb nigga’s ya’ll been lyin from the start My life’s like a movie truly And these niggas is dyin’ for the part But you’ll never play me like LeBron vs Jordan Twenty years wonder who they gone say was more important Both changed the game came through and made a lane Who’s to say that who’s greater all we know they ain’t the same Hey I’mma put us all on the map Gone and I ain’t lookin’ back I knew they gone feel it like they tank on E I promise baby you can bet the bank on me Cause ain’t nobody tell me why I ain’t gonna be no more Thinking I’mma fall don’t be so sure I wish somebody made guidelines On how to get up off the sidelines |
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Yeah everybody got a bad side
Drop let me see that shit What you say Cole aint hot What Where you read that shit You believe that shit All cause some lame nigga tweet that shit Have you seen my shows have you seen my hoes If I wasn’t hot would they be so thick Guess not got the game in a headlock I’m blasting at I’m laughing at you old niggas Redd Foxx Dont mind me boy I’m red hot Umm nigga they not Im over here I’m over there I’m everywhere they not You’ll never play me nice try Ballin’ in the night spot No more Mr Nice guy hello Mr Nice watch You don’t want no problems put yourself in a tight spot so You can look but don’t touch I’ll stay on my toes like them White Sox Cause it cost me a lot My chain and my watch They say time is money but really it’s not If we ever go broke girl than time is all we got And you can’t make that back no you can make that back so Lets ball while we here Lets ball while we here Like aint no tomorrow like aint no next year Drink away all our problems make it rain with no care Like I’ll make that back fuck it I’ll make that back Go Nice watch Nice watch Nice watch No more Mr Nice Guy hello Mr Nice Watch Stack on black I aint never been a high roller Now its racks on racks Never thought that I would ride Rover But I’m back on track add to the fact that I never really drive sober Cole World but I’m hot as shit Do that mean that I’m Bipolar Young black and gifted I rap like it’s Christmas eve Coach wouldn’t let him off the bench no wonder why they quit the team But I’m cut from a different sleeve Cole World so the wrist’ll freeze Hurry up with your pictures please I gotta make history cost me a lot My chain and my watch They say time is money but really it’s not If we ever go broke girl than time is all we got And you can’t make that back no you can make that back so Lets ball while we here Lets ball while we here Like aint no tomorrow like aint no next year Drink away all our problems make it rain with no care Like I’ll make that back fuck it I’ll make that back Go Nice watch Nice watch Nice watch No more Mr Nice Guy hello Mr Nice Watch I got a Hublot I call it Tebow I strap that bitch with a Gator band Y’all niggas ball half time ya’ll niggas like the gator band Y’all niggas need a timeout who got these niggas all wind up Cocksucka I’m 7.30 y’all know where you’ll niggas gon wind up No more Mr Nice Guy hello Mr Nice Watch Only but a matter of time ‘fore I hit ya’ll niggas with the nice shot Y’all niggas better not call the law Get no blood on my Audemar Meaning ya’ll better not waste my time When y’all ready I’ll take you all to war Meanwhile I’m just chopping off doors Put the front on the back cause I’m back and forth Put the front on the back of the ‘bach like a boss So I fronting on niggas when I’m backing off Uh what up Cole show time Let these niggas know Adjust ya Roley’s on these muthafucking hoes Whenever you ready go Cause it cost me a lot My chain and my watch If we ever go broke girl than time is all we got |
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I think it’s gonna be a hell of
a night a hell of a night So we could do whatever you like It took me all day to find some inspiration It just hit me like a ton of bricks no renovation Problem with the game now there ain’t no innovation I see my shit all in your shit we call that imitation And they say that’s flattering but I ain’t flattered at all Matter fact y’all need to practice that more See my man Nate asked me if I gained weight I said nah my pockets got fatter that’s all Money was an issue but now that that’s solved I ball I ball like Kobe in the fall Put trophies on wall rather trophies on my mantle Dog my shows be off the handle take the proceeds go to gamble Ha bet it on black and pray I quadruple my salary If I win maybe then I could pay Sallie Mae Told her I be dealin’ with some real life shit She be askin when bitch When I feel like it Cole World Cole Life Cold Blooded I be on my shit and look at all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin’ at me How that feel Very happy Hey I got what you need right here right here I got I got what you need right here right here I got I got what you need right here right here I got I got what you need right here right here Hey Uh turn up the 808′s for me Back when I was starvin’ no one made a plate for me Now I do it big and that’s my day to day story I got the type of shit that make a hater say sorry Bitch I made this in the crib watchin’ Belly Eatin’ peanut butter jelly what the fuck the niggas tell me They say I’m takin’ long I tell em patience is a virtue I’m goin’ all out and bitch I never had a curfew See when you’re spittin’ so real Suddenly these phony niggas lose they appeal Got em’ feelin’ like my niggas when they lose they appeal Then it’s back to the cell back to the hell At times I watch the news and see they talkin’ bout diplomacy And they ain’t got a clue my niggas ain’t got they diplomas see Rappers show me love I wonder what it could be I think they scared of me and they should be Cole World Cole Life Cold Blooded I be on my shit and look at all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin’ at me How that feel Very happy Hey I got what you need right here right here I got I got what you need right here right here I got I got what you need right here right here I got I got what you need right here right here Hey Okay we outta here I think it’s safe to say we outta here We outta here I think it’s safe to say we outta here I think it’s gonna be a hell of a night A hell of a night so we can do whatever we like Hey |
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World GYM
dysoo7 Another Night The Real M.. Bangarang (Feat. Sirah) Skrillex Be My Lover La Bouche 곡 200 | 담기 6 | 추천 0 |
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[Verse 1]
Baby girl, I can’t imagine what it’s like for you I got you pregnant now inside there is a life in you I know you wonderin’ if this gon make me think bout wifing you Like if you had my first child would I spend my whole life with you Now I aint tryna pick a fight with you, I’m tryna talk Now I aint tryna spend the night with you I’m kinda lost see I’ve been giving it some thought lately and frankly I’m feelin’ like we aint ready and it’s… hold up now Let me finish Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself How we gon raise a kid by ourself? Handle biz by ourself A nigga barely over 20, where the hell we gon live? Where am I gon get that money I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world When I aint got shit to give ‘em And I’m not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out Girl, you gotta think bout how the options weigh out Whats the way out? [Chorus] And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect then we could make it work but I doubt it And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect then we could make it work but I doubt it [Verse 2] She said nigga you got nerve To come up to me talkin’ bout abortion This my body nigga so don’t think you finna force shit See I knew that this is how you act, so typical Said you love me, oh, but now you flipping like reciprocals It figures though, should’ve known that you was just another nigga No different from them other niggas Who be claiming that they love you just to get up in them draws Knowing all the right things to say I let you hit it raw mothafucker Now I’m pregnant you don’t wanna get involved muthafucker Tryna take away a life, is you God mothafucker? I don’t think so This a new life up in my stomach Regardless if I’m your wife This new life here I’mma love it I’m aint budging, I’ll do this by my muthafucking self See my momma raised me without no muthafucking help from a man But I still don’t understand how you could say that Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back Bout your father and you told me that you hate nigga Talkin’ bout he a coward and you so glad that you aint that nigga Cause he left your mamma when she had you and he aint shit Here you go doin’ the same shit You aint shit nigga! [Chorus] And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And boy that shit hurt And aint nobody perfect, still we can make it work but you doubt it Now, I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And boy that shit hurt And aint nobody perfect, still we can make it work but you doubt it [Verse 3] They say everything happens for a reason And people change like the seasons They grow apart she wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her He spoke the magic words and on the same day he fucked her Now she wide open She put a ring up on his finger if she could But he loved her cause the pussy good But she aint no wife though Uh oh, she tellin’ him she missed her period like typo’s He panicking, froze up like a mannikin A life grows inside her now he asking “is it even mine” What if this bitch aint even pregnant dawg Could she be lying? She crying crying cause he acting distant Like ever since I told you this nigga you acting different And all his niggas saying man these hoes be trapping niggas Playing with niggas emotions like they some action figures Swear they get pregnant for collateral it’s like extortion, man if that bitch really pregnant Tell her get an abortion Uh, but what about your seed nigga? (What about your seed nigga?) And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it |
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World GYM
dysoo7 Another Night The Real M.. Bangarang (Feat. Sirah) Skrillex Be My Lover La Bouche 곡 200 | 담기 6 | 추천 0 |
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Yeah... hey, wassup girl
[Verse 1:] Uh, angel eyes, long hair I see you cryin', what's wrong there He did what? He fucked who? We know the story, what's new? See I could probably, rush you Tell you that he should have loved you Take advantage, fuck you Tell you I'll do all the shit he wouldn't do But the truth is, we all the same On different teams, but it's all a game The objective, tryna score You got a wife, you find a whore You fuck her fast, she find her drawers Pull up her pants, you find the door You drive her home, she mop you off You bust again, and drop her off Then repeat like an episode Why we cheat? I'll never know Is it cause we rap? Heavens no Lotta niggas rap though, never blow A heterosexual, girl you fine, from head to toe Could it be cause my father let me know That he cheated, and somehow I never told I never told "Hey, you wanna be a man? Yeah I wanna be a man. A man don't run tellin' mama everything he see. I ain't gonna tell. Alright then man. You're a man now. Okay." [Verse 2:] OK, that's what it is, I see the game The hoes come, the seasons change The hoes go, we rearrange Fuck up her life, she'll never be the same The old G's that beat the game Forever young, Peter Pan 35, still playin', child support, still payin' Jugglin', bill payin' Been runnin' round, field dayin' Wine and dine, meal payin' With hopes that she'll land The bed and, get wet then, give head then You bet man, the same girl who said we just met man Game colder than the fuckin' dead man One night stands, no best man No bridesmaids, or reverends Cause Wolverine's depressin', don't wanna be your ex man Cause cupid aims and throw the darts There go the sparks and broken hearts Who wanna build Noah's Ark Just to have that shit torn apart "You know what? I need to talk to you. About what? I don't think this is, working out for us. Why? I mean, I need some space. I mean no, I just wanna find myself, that's all. What the fuck?!" |
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[Intro: Jay-Z]
There's a nigga right now somewhere He at the table with a bowl of Apple Jacks And he's reading the back of the cereal And in between the Apple Jacks he's writing some shit And he wants my spot I'ma find him though, I'ma sign him.. I don't want no problems [Verse 1:] Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed Took my time, crept from behind And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine! Cole World, same nigga used to drive around with yo girl In my mama's Civic, now I'm out here tryna get it I ain't like you lame ass niggas, boy I spit it how I live it So when you see me in the streets, man I ain't got a mimic Cause I ain't got an image to uphold, this real shit I ain't got a gimmick, I just flow and niggas went nuts for The boy that set fire to the booth In a game full of liars it turns out that I'm the truth Some say that rap's alive, it turns out that I'm the proof Cuz the ones y'all thought would save the day can't even tie my boots The ones y'all thought could hang with me can't even tie my noose Let these words be my bullets nigga, I don't rhyme I shoot Bang! [Hook:] Before I wake I pray to the Lord, my soul to take My soul to take, my soul to take, my soul to take [Verse 2:] Lord I been dreamin' bout the paper, get rich 'fore I see my life caper Hope my mama get to see Jamaica before she meet her maker Our hoop was never good enough to ever be a Laker But these words I record got me ballin', Jordan More than a rapper this a natural disaster Boy, I'm meaner than Katrina mixed with Gina "Shut up, Cole!", this is for my niggas back home Homes, waddup bro? This is for them bitches that played me, waddup ho? No I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad 2 kids that don't even know their real dad Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it Then maybe you could get a taste of livin' Villematic It's Cole still at it; y'all be talkin' about the same shit Than how I feel about it, mama was a real addict That's why I don't respect that lyin'-ass white shit you talkin' Cole plannin' funerals, you might fit the coffin [Hook:] Before I wake I pray to the Lord, my soul to take My soul to take, my soul to take, my soul to take [Verse 3:] Get on your job lil mane, this ain't Saturday! We in two different lanes, you can't navigate We in two different games, you playin' patty cake Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it My rides is tinted, my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it She hollerin' God, man you would've thought that God was in it But it's just a nigga God invented The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it Word, this shit ain't vibe nigga, why you noddin' with it? The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibin' with it Now you all conflicted cause my flows is wicked And my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin' me Cause they know a star when they see a star, nigga Ain't even got to fuck him to know he a raw nigga I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, nigga You saved so many hoes, you a hero nigga! Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like Pac When he slept with Madonna Hey, this is death before dishonor Get arrested and forget to tell my mama She got enough to stress about My niggas gonna get me out Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records Isn't it ironic? Isn't it iconic? Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on it When you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it? Maybe not yet but bitch I got the clock set It goes tick-tock, game on lock Sun gon' shine but the rain won't stop Oh no! [Hook:] If I should die before I wake I pray to the Lord, my soul to take My soul to take, my soul to take... |
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Up up and away...
Would you trust me... Would you love me... Then it must be... [Verse 1] Worldwide stunner, oh man, I'ma Reign on the game, make it storm and thunder Grab an umbrella bitch, and go stand under And bundle up, it's gonna be a cold ass summer You niggas so last summer Onto the new, on onto the new shit Jigga wouldn't even take my CD when he seen me Two years later bitch we made it on, onto the Blueprint Now how's that for persistence Cole World comin', call back up assistance Same broads, used to hang up on my walls Now they come up out their drawers, how's that for a mistress Hell bent, heaven sent, Lord I repent if I ever sinned Now I know I ain't the richest, but I still wanna ball Put money over bitches but we still underdogs [Hook] Did you miss me? No I don't know where I'm goin', but I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away, hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead poor, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift God's Gift God's Gift Motherfucker this is God's gift [Verse 2] Pussy my passion Man I just can't help it I see a cookie, I grab one Lookin' for some nookie, I'm tryna scoop me a bad one Every verse I spit it just like it could be my last one Ever since I got on I've been on a mission to fuck the bitches I missed out on Ex-cheerleader hollerin' what's up Now her nigga beat her, now that's fucked up What type of little fuck boy hitter Woman baby wouldn't put his hands on a nigga I ain't bitter boy that's all you Plus I just fucked her 'fore she called you Dry your eyes baby, I'll drive you home Older hoes sayin', my how you've grown I came up, fucked the game up Show my momma I'll survive on my own [Hook] Did you miss me? No I don't know where I'm goin', but I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away, hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead poor, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift God's Gift God's Gift Motherfucker this is God's gift |
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Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it Just seen my father for the first time in a minute And when I say a minute I mean years man Damn, a whale could have swam in them tears fam Cause as I left them I reflected on my younger days When it was just me and my brother and my mother played Father, cause no other man bothered Not even my biological, it never seemed logical But I accepted it cause I ain't know no better Thought I was brighter than a Polo sweater No pops was like Martin with no Coretta So many things you could have told me And saved me the trouble of lettin' my mistakes show me I feel like you barely know me And that's a shame cause our last name is the same That blood type flowin' through our veins is the same My mama left you and maybe your anger's to blame But that's no excuse, only you and God know the truth And why you only call monthly, barely ever saw me Spend some summers with you and played with my cousin Maury Maybe I should be tellin' you fuck you cause you selfish But I want a father so bad, I can't help it I break down, I break down Can't help but break down I break down [Verse 2:] I never thought I'd see my mama on that shit man It's fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn I wanted a big house with a white picket fence and a pool Who would have ever thought that it would come to this, man? Quicksand is what this life feel like That shit these rappers kick is nothin' like real life You made a milli off of servin' hard white, yeah right My mama tell you what addicted to that pipe feel like Stupid niggas, I heard the cops be shootin' niggas I swear to God, wish I could bullet proof my niggas Can't get no jobs, but they still recruitin' niggas We tryna stand tall when it gets to crucial niggas Break down! We break down, we break down, we break down... [Verse 3:] Servin' time, locked down And she don't want nobody to know, his daughter 25 pounds By the time he get out, she gon' be 4 Now will his girl stay down? Ain't no doubt, she love him yeah that's fo sho But temptation stays round And if she strayed, how could he ever know? Never know and so, she goes to the club on the weekend A little freakin', but them niggas holla But she never speakin', but tonight I see the devil creepin' Cause she been lonely, she ain't felt a man in 7 seasons Damn! She do the best that she can Her mama tellin' her to find another man She college educated with a felon boyfriend That's what she thinkin' tonight Maybe she's right, but please Stay down mama! Gotta be strong, don't break down mama! Please... stay down mama! Gotta be strong, don't break down mama! Don't break down, don't break down, don't break down, don't break down... Break, break down Steady break me down [repeat] |
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2012 그래미어워..
MelOn Rolling In The Deep Adele Grenade Bruno Mars Firework Katy Perry 곡 38 | 담기 43 | 추천 11 |
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