Lyrics:
Play it bach play it bach
Song so cole dat it make you wanna play it bach
Play it bach play it bach
No matter what you roll from a Lac to a Maybach
every body's getting gone
J cole taught me don't save these hoes
And Kdot taught me can't save your home
Well fuck I'll try
A pot to piss in and a bucket
always loyal
Never switch teams like you Dirk
Yeah you my rock like HOV
You my Beyoncé Knowles
Just like the Ville I dream about you
Like my name J Cole
faisant rien
D'être bien en n'étant rien
Quand je regarde vos cités
Morceaux de ville sans identité
Quand je regarde vos cités
J'ai un sentiment de nausée
amongst
The people in the nation
And even though I know
J.L.C. is pacing in the studio
Looking for an artist who is truly gone
Zone em out and make em wanna
So, you know, what do you got comin' next, for like, the fans
That, you know, the die-hard fans that wanna know
I got this mixtape I been working
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,
more than a random fling
Cole and J.I.D with a tandem, niggas can't stand 'em
Got a new anthem, look at my whip
Slit on my wrist, suicide, suicide
shit like I'm Drake
And I can't be fazed by you lame hoes
I go hard for my ville like I'm J. Cole
I do this often on the weekend like I'm Abel
I be
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds
They will never
race man I'm grindin' for placement since I was like 8 man I knew I would make it
I knew I would make it, but I ain't know how I would
Write a few songs
in it for a bankroll, he ain't even write that "Jesus Walks" record, ask J. Cole
Gucci did some racist shit, we wasn't feelin' it
Stopped rockin' it
Perdu dans le vide comme dans Space
Negus dans la ville, il me faut ma Candace
J'finirai pas comme l'Atlantide ou bien comme Ace
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun
And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son
Yeah I said son
This is New York's finest
For 11 winters
comin' off of tour with-
That was three years after openin' up for Ab-Soul
But it's EARTHGANG's set, I only came to do a song
Doeburger used to say,
D-twelve Logic Joyner doc Dre Royce Tupac Jay-Z J. Cole Kendrick Nate dogg snoopy Fifty ice cubey LL busta twista
Andre Three thousand, they all fire
I
pour le
bang bang boo-gie boo-gie hoo-gie hoo-gie ah ah
Res-pecte l'an-cienne é-cole et sa des-cen-dance
La nou-velle é-cole a be-soin de cette pré-sence
playing
13, got back to rap then I heard J Cole
Swear to God he told stories like I lived them before
Middle school try my hardest to put everyone
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
Back of the ghost man I'm back of the Rolls
Hey, Hey, Hey
Mhm hmm Mhm hmm
Yeah, yeah she back for more
Ha, she back for more
Mhm hmm, yeah
All
just like J Cole
But yes I seen the signs
Read right between the lines
Told me you wouldn't lie
But that was just a lie
I kept you by side and gripped
I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I'm not even close (yep)
I was raised by three women, kept me on me toes (true)
And my father left for months
He
Discuss these song for the ville 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