Lyrics:
say? He like, "Shut the fuck up")
Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it
Shawty pop that pussy like that man was inside it
Show me how
(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
niggas we putting it down
I'm all alone
On an empty night
The lights in the cold sky
Arent so bright
Arent so bright
Fill up them hospitals
Cole you gon
y'all (come on), who (come on), we represent for
T-A, throw it up, Memph town, throw it up
Tennessee, throw it up, St. Louis, throw it up
J
, wet up
Keyshia Cole, Keyshia Cole, World So Cold
Made Keyshia Cole
Since 10 years old, Keyshia Been Cold
From the Cradle to the Pole
Keyshia Cole
You got it (you got it)
You got it (you got it)
You got it (you got it)
You got it (you got it)
Hey Cole World, real cold World
I watch it hit
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known
the vision move by girl if it stays than it is true
Now lemme bring it back to the past tense
For awhile I was stuck up in the blackness
Faded distractions
Look at these kicks, they're gleaming white
Euro whip that's speeding nice
I been on track since 2-0 Bruno
Hublot you throw, don't it fly
Man's gotta
the pistol grip
Cole got 'em Ghost got 'em riding with the pistol grip
Okay ghost got me ghost got me riding in this bitch
Feel Cole never old but I'm up high
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,
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
promise we gone make it out one day
So we can feel that joy like it's Sunday my plan is to
Hustle like nipsey
Stay humble like Cole
Have influence like j
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
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,
imma stay for good
Yeah, this one's for the muthafuckin neighborhood
So pour it up, then throw it up
The cops roll by, go sober up
Fuck wrong with these
clean up the style
Yo, Sally's watch it
You seen the chronicles money
I should know ready to power
Bring me that power
Up at this hour
Touch by flower
up, stand up
Come and throw your hands up
Get up, stand up throw your hands up
Get up, stand up
Come and throw your hands up (Ha, ha, ha)
Pack it up
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
Stuntin' on me, you get exposed
I don't wanna pick then I buy both
Doesn't go plat', it'll go gold (go gold)
Keep it up upfront, I don't tiptoe
Atlanta playboy
Don't got much to say, boy
Cradle to the grave, and it's been like that since a slave, boy
It ain't shit to pull up, pick the fucking
flag in the ground it's red nation!
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
Drive up 95
Drive up 85
If shit gets sticky
Then it's grot dada dadada
Bad lil joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by
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