Lyrics:
Yeah that's right
Yeah that's right
Ma bitch qui me pompe right by my Side
Défaire les noeuds dans ma mémoire
Fumer mon blunts dans ma chambre
Woo
J
Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!
At two, you're through!
J-ro ay bartendah! bartender!
Bart yo whassup man?
J-ro ay man, man
Shit was being picked like white owners at a Mansion place
Heart was ripped gone like Drewskiiii's cancers days
Wanna sign something next to Cole
this tip shit’ll leave you hollow
Niggas lead with the lead
Hit ya body then soul will follow
I don’t like to preach
And New York Cole
There are role
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)
Young nigga still serving
wanna be one of the chosen few
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker
Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in a crib where
true
It's just the world around you
Though we split up, I miss you
It's just the world around you
Once I'll be back to greet you
champagne and mobsters
Suckin up the cream like a vac to a carpet
Strictly black market now you're her next target
Watch out, cause yo she knows what she
juggin' for the low
What you need?
Yea he got it, don't come short that shit is slow
Man It's crazy how the hood split up, the love can't hold em close
To brand me as bitter
Watch your mouth and bite your lip
Or get it split by a
Now do any drug you want cause
It's all from the Earth
Do some lines, just
Raekwon, swallowing diamonds
Had money in juice up on his wedding day
The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me,
What you want sweaty, Lima
and drop when I do drive by's
Making niggas line up no Popeyes
Bullets make shirts look tye dye
Hit em in the third eye
Spirited away no Youkai
Hoes say
Lets go
I can't make this up
(I ain't gotta write this shit down
fuck what they talkin' bout) because I can't make this up
When you getting
Karate chop
Split yo head like a cinder block
Ain't the type to rock the biggest watch
Spend it on
New rims for
My Audi to sit up on
Feel like Big
know that you in the mood
We both know this is yo groove
I pour you up now you acting a fool
I give you shivers I give the blues
We in the room we
Je ne veux pas qu'on en reste la
(Qu'on en reste la)
Tant pis j'ai fait mon choix
(J'ai fait mon choix)
Baby by way you move your feet
You're the one
the Henny, no doubt, we fucked up
But not enough, to let you call my bluff
You feel what I feel, then raise your cup
You holdin' that hydro, blaze it up
I'm
to get by with a smile
No tears I'm a crocodile
Vicious so my baby my Dundee
Simply put she's the tamer to my beast
These fake fucks rise up my ass like
trap
Your weaknesses show
Much more than you know
And the truth always eludes
That sounds like something I would do
Thousands of snakes
Crawl up
weed, you know I'm
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily
subjects
But I came with extra luggage cause a nigga mite trip
If you balling then you J Cole playing
Over seas
Well I'm balling so hard I could play ya
jars
Principal jumped up with his dick in the mouth of Ms. Mars
Picked up the tele, sweatin' for some squad cars
Cats tried to cut us off by
you up here you just handle me shawty
[Chorus]
Baby let's do 69
In the back of my Lincoln
With the suicide doors
Shades on for 69
Baby that is
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