Lyrics:
everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'mma a pop you
gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
But those who pop they shit get the shit
She wanna pop out the milli, let's pop it and go (shit)
Told my lil baby we ready and shit, we gon kick down the door (shit)
Ready to aim, we gon pop
in my lane, I'm in the air, man (woo)
Make her fall in love, she gon' want the last name (ha)
I'm a giant to these niggas like San Fran (whoa)
I'm not J. Cole, folding my pain, it's dirty laundry used to run away
I came back cause nobody could find me
My momma was on dope
And my brothers
sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
But those who pop they shit get the shit
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
Burrell is
One that we always bring
Up, Jasmine Sullivan, um, Alice
Smith, I which- uh, she's
On the OKAGA, CA song on the album, too
ALICE SINGS
I'm Syd,
(feat. Keyshia Cole)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Keyshia Cole)]
Damn, this is for all my women that's been going through the struggle
On welfare,
head (ay)
I was gettin' some head (ay)
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (ay)
She looked me up
(brta bah)
She pop it 4 a nigga right after she tease (pop pop)
(Verse 2) (1:41 - 2:21)
Heels uppity like CEO’s of company’s,
Dip on me my mood is bluer
okay
I wonder how she felt when she found out that he was gay
That's who you cheated on Will for, let me fuckin' stop
August gon' fuck around
shillings
Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin'
A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and
Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs
Or are you
I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?"
know she get
Freaky
I want her and she knows it
And she knows, and she knows
That she's my girl
Stretch, hold, bite, stretch, pop, stretch, grind, come
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
Going through some shit girl, don't you lie, is you gon' wait for me
Open up my eyes, you by my side, it mean the world to me
Told me you the one,
something that is so rare
Incredible, you boost my soul
Feelin like J Cole, I didn’t know
I was vulnerable
To this new essence you bring
Makin me feel like
a bitch gon’ bop
I know when I drop that a bitch gon’ pop
I know when she drop that the bitch gon’ flop
If you selling good dope, then a bitch gon’ cop
Beat
at the altar
Now I'ma put it on Robin Thicke
And I don't let my bitch go joggin'
'Cause she gon' think she runnin' shit
P-pop, sick wit' it
Every time I
. Cole's girl
We will no longer under plan
So if I pop a dirty cop I pray they understand
Tagem
Naysayers will really say this ain't traumatizing
Like they
matter, there I said it
You happy? 'Cause some of you really give me a headache
And don’t wanna listen when the protest is silent
So how y'all gon' act when
(this is history, baby)
Rims them trucks, we do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks, we do it for fun (come on now)
And the band played on (yeah)
Girls
(this is history, baby)
Rims them trucks, we do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks, we do it for fun (come on now)
And the band played on (yeah)
Girls
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