Lyrics:
what's up
Wanna halla at you wanna say wassup
Wadup cole world
Wadup cole world
Wadup cole world
Wadup j cole
Wadup cole world
Wadup cole world
Wadup
je dois le respect qu'à mon père
Donne-moi ta tête, come on babe
(Come on babe) puis dégage, j'ai du taf
Laisse-moi coupe ma came en paix
Le flow de
(Mike Will made it)
I'm in the club, high off purp', with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt, with my J's on
(In the club, high on purp' with
power
A lot of energy huh last four hours
Oh J Cole, baby High for hours
Give me that power girl
I want your power
Give me that power girl
I need that
(ayy)
I be at the house tryin' to lay low (lay low)
Duckin' and dodgin' the promo (promo)
Sit on my roof like J. Cole (ayy)
Yeah, sit on my roof like
Pussy this aint yall street
Cole imma make you proud
Imma fuck up Wall Street
I know that your plan was bigger
Than the World we all see
Let me come back
the prettiest girl
I know I've seen in this wide world
She's the joy of my soul
How I love that Kidder Cole.
Verse
It's all hands up we'll play big ring
the same, you ain't making noise
Fuck is you saying, Cole be the boy
I been up morning to a.m., aye
Fuck is you, fuck is you saying hey
I don't think they
whole time
Girly so bad she so fine
If she come back it’s go time
Ima smash Mario bro’s like
Take it to the face this whole night
Smoking on a J I’m
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man, yeah, I ran
To HBO and stole
you hit up everyone, but your phone never lag
She told me that a few a week is not that fucking bad
Multiply by three like J. Cole said that shit get
from day
Yesterday I promised I would get it straight
I'm crooked like the smile that J.Cole has
I cannot forget so I must dwell amongst the past
How can
mouth can't say nothin' now
Four Seasons we're bringing this in
Take one that's a hat-trick cunt
Nice Gary, hit the stick Lil Pump
Gassing me up J cole vs
I don't get paid like Ye
I don't think like J. Cole
I don't got fans like Drake
But still nigga watch me go
I don't got tats like Wayne
I ain't sell
Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)
Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa)
Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet
a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be
over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
Me and the white girl just eloped (hah)
Same day,
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
fed up
Like J Cole, i'mma get up, and I won’t ever let up
I seen the haters in the crowd, they need to get their bread up
If they was paid, why would
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)
niggas, ask your chick I bet she know what's up
Wrote this rap while smoking Black and Mild, bumping Doja Cat (Lemme get sum)
And J. Cole, saying "no role
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
in this life, Milk and Honey
Niggas ought to know by now, how I'm coming
Pull a J. Cole, nice watch huh... Run it
Yeah I want paradise in this life,
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