You wanna know just where I'm at Well let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map But let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them niggas I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me
Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, woah (Get the fuck off my dick nigga) Get off my dick, bitch, woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick, bitch, woah
Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody
(This is the part that the thugs skip) Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I Tell them hoes come through (The break up) Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more No more, no more It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing
I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me
Get off my dick But every nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah
(The make up) This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like lil Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out When I'm back home I'm the best in the South When I'm in La I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out OOh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everbody on my testicles Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
Compositores: Jonathan H Smith, Deongelo Marquel Holmes, Eric Von Jackson Jr, Ronald Eugene Gilmore, Jermaine L Cole ECAD: Obra #30984319