Lyrics:
(yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm
Get it in 'em, no sittin', who you kiddin'?
It's fittin' that they call Mr. Kardinal
we get the more likely egos collide
It's just physics, please let's put our egos aside
You my niggas, and should our worst tenancies turn us into
ever take my crown (let's get to the song)
Thinkin they know, but no man will touch
Things gettin' better when I thought it would get worse
Here
Killmonger, that's a born sinner
Only ever time I go female J. Cole on it
Everything out here got base on it
Strings attached, Dre Chronic, rat-a-tat-tat,
Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning
Wanted to be a part of it
Cater it to my audience j cole runnin' late
If he don't show up
Think I can take his place
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped
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
fool, get out the paint
[Snoop Dogg]
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....)
We came to give you
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,
to get to bussin'
But that gun in your pocket and better go get to running
I know, I know you don't know how to use it
A terrible aim and you be shaking
Just a white tee and a swap meet sweater
My life is likely to see great endeavors
But I can't win if I can't get it together
What I gotta do in order
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
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
Keyshia
Two, three, four when I walk up in the
Club they watch me stroll
Hey Mr dJ, do you got that Paula Cole
Oh, I'm so sure, it's gon' rock
Give me these
Darlin', pack a suitcase
Let's get away and start over
Smoke a J by the waves while we sip on some ice cold Corona
Let's take it back in the day
by six
Damn, how'd it get so late so quick?
The sun rising (already?) Until the next time
I love diving in your mind
And coming out with every
crazy, rock n roll
Countin M's like J Cole
I'm not shady
Call me a business man
I be smokin cat piss
Falling down into the abyss
Hear a hiss
It sounds
by the fame aye
Don't test my temper cause imma get angry but they like
Cole got 'em Ghost got 'em riding with the pistol grip
Cole got 'em Ghost got
yo' motherfuckin' car
This ain't no motherfuckin' J. Cole, even he know nobody ain't perfect
Kanye, but we 'bout to drive you bitches crazy
Queen
Jones sits out and suns her face, and as I walk by I hear her say
This is as good as it gets
There goes the business suit who owns this whole damn block
by six
Damn, how'd it get so late so quick?
The sun rising (already?) Until the next time
I love diving in your mind
And coming out with every
and nickelin'?
Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find
The pettiest crime, they committin' it
Just to get by for a limited time
The steepest of mountains, they
rock-it
Like chocolate, even vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, saperella
Flavors are electric, try me, get a shock-a
Didn't I tell you to leave flavor flav
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