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called for his fiddlers three

But the clock, tick-tock
On the mantelpiece
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch
Her warmth

She's a lady, she's
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch, 
THE WALL! 

She's a lady, she's got time, 
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
[Chorus]

[Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin' homage (to you)
She say she only fucked like four five niggas,
So you know you gotta multiply by three

Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
But you're perfect for
touch 
The wall! 

She's a lady, she's got time
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face 
She's a lady, she is mine
Brush back your
of the crazy you get
From too much choice
The thumb and the satchel
Or the rented Rolls-Royce
And you think she knows something
By the second refill
You think
Keyshia..

[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
Momma, where did you go wrong
Because I need to know
You got me living the life you were living
When you were young...
sandmiches and Stole Cole's Grand Am
Left in a hurry, heard footsteps, looked in the rear view
Is this an earthquake? Naw, it's Big Shirley

She came after
I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me

Say go D-J, cause that's my
fine by me
She say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas, so you know you gotta multiply by 3

Nobody's perfect, uh, nobody's perfect, ay, ay, uh
But
her like catholic school
Sat next to her in the back of the class
Cheated off of her test and I'm grabbing her ass
She like "don't you know this shit
he completely missed the curve
And he signed off down near the Georgia Line

Mom sat by the radio
The voice she heard she didn't know
B.J.'d never been
I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me

Say go D-J, 'cause that's my
Eighteen how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me

Say go D-J, cause
Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go

You wanna know just where I'm at
Well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
But let me
the devil knows I’m hotter
Ay, dios
See me, yeah, 3D, yeah, yeah, yeah with no glasses
Tell the pope to come see me
I got answers, by the masses
I ain’t
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
she's been distracted
By something that has been attracted
She poked and poked and smacked at it
Then she broke down and she scratched it
Now, I think
of living, living, living
By this double standard, standard, standard
Tired of living, living, living
By this double standard, standard, standard

She
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
have to call her name she'll know it's meant for her
Play me that song of sadness and I'll be grateful to you sir
Oh please Mr. D.J. play that song I
I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit' me

Say go D-J, cause that's my
Gorilla Zoe, Tech N9ne and T.I.
But Keyshia was acting bia-bia
Why she acting like a (what?), like a (what?)
She ain't know I grab the mic and light it