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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: J. Cole
Песня: Who Dat
Добавил: Гость
J. Cole – Who Dat 0[Verse 1] Hey who dat?, who dat? That nigga you been waiting for I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I ain't hating though Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan' hoes And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention? Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned Life live, might as well, only way to learn Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn So if you're selling crack, or if you're selling rap Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back [Hook] Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying Who dat? Who dat? Cole world Who dat? Who dat? I got them saying Who dat? Who dat? Cole world Who dat? Who dat? [Verse 2] Hey, the mind state of a winner When you thinking about summertime I'm thinking about the winter When you thinking about breakfast I'm heating up my dinner I was plotting this moment back when y'all was riding spinners Yeah I'm a menace God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet Clown told me, “Ain't you Roc? But where the fuck your chain at?” Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet The man make the chain, chain don't make the man How many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame? The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same It's like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn That boy's sick now hoes on his joystick Heating up like May weather, dog I'm on that Floyd shit Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well they lied Is that your girl? Well I just g'd her, no A-Rod [Hook] Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole? (Andre 3000) [Verse 3] The little engine that could, this little nigga is good Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood And me? I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to the hood Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same All the money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame Might want to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, “hold that” Want picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak Hey, so anything you can do I can do better And any chick you can screw I can get wetter I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run Bet your bottom dollar before I'm done They say that I'm the one Ya nigga I'm the one I got them saying [Hook] |
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