Lyrics:
the wrist, he whipped it out of a pot
From a powder to rock solid, then count up the profits
You ain't gotta sell that shit no more, I got it on lock, I told
Um
Yea
Tee
Yea
Ohh ohh ohh ohhhh
Ohh ohh oh
Yea
Huh
Dear Jermaine, naw scratch that, J Hoe
Pull all these stunts I can't even call you Cole
Between
Roll up the Swishers, get money lay low
Just ask them bitches, I ball like J Bo
Rose' we piss it, get money lay low
Shine in my pictures, pull up
Uh, yeah
We gon' let this shit rock
Hey
That's the Cole, "Hey" from back in the day
Hey, yeah
Just a youngin' with a dream
Tryna get this
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
Yeah I carry lotta woe, bitch I'm the truth, truth, truth
Too sick like J Cole's city
Ten crows with me
Bankroll fillin'
Lookin' like area codes
Those
up
She say she gone
Pour me some
I told her dont drink
Til you throw up
Drink til you throw up
Dont do it
Drink til you throw up
She done poured her
Verse 1 [Godspeed2]
Hands on your knees
Let them cheeks loose (let em loose),
Ripples in the air
By what them cheeks do.
(Throw it).
Bounce it
right)
Now she wanna spend (what?)
All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to (throw it back, ma)
right)
Now she wanna spend (what?)
All night with me (she wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to (throw it back, ma)
like I hang with Michael J
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors
higher
I love the fighter
Cuz that is the real me
Fuck it up fuck it up
Okayyy
Yes I do
Double up Double up
Okayyy
Yes I do
Level up level up
Yes I do
Yeah sometimes you just ride and reflect on life
The ups and downs that come with it
Sometimes it come to you at three am
You know what I mean
I've
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
tell you when life's a walking shadow
What does that tell you when you miss Vladivostok
Spit the cole slaw spit the cole slaw
Panama City was a paradise
through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
Run like a Savage
Yeah how we manage
Money like J-Cole
Hype like Savage
Post up with the baddest
But we keep our manners
But we still ravage
Stick
Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac
Instead we talk
weed
If you wanna throw a frisbee, Twan'll be your teacher
The first thing we gotta do is smoke a little reefer
Pack up a bowl, or roll up the first J
cause
I ain't nothin' lesser
I'm like Cole in '09 under way more pressure
Fuck it, I'm way more better
Smoker's Club when I dress up
Rap niggas getting
Yo, pass me that Dutch before I throw a fit
Ten on the fit, twenty on wrist
Fifteen-two grams, filled up a blick, one already lit
It's Hub and its
and 'Pac, Greg Nice
You're looking at me through the window
Asu, set it off with you nigga
Come up in here with me y'all
(Set it off nigga, for the
Niggas in
insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blaine
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
'Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't
on Henny
By mistake left a knife in his belly
They talkin' bout love with my bros
And I tryna get that money
JL tryna go on the glide
Catchin' ups
Discuss these throw it up by j cole Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In