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Who dat, who dat? |
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Who dat, who dat? |
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Who dat, who dat? |
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Who dat, who dat? The nigga you been waitin' for? |
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I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago |
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Rappers is bullshittin', fuck it, I ain't hatin' though |
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'Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satin's hoes |
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And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions |
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Wishin' for air conditionin', feelin' God was never listenin' |
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Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention? |
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Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy, you failed the mission |
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Speakin' of positions, just witness how I elevated |
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Real niggas celebrate it, finger-fuck whoever hate it |
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My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn |
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But then I redecorated, that means my tables turn |
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Live life, might as well, only way to learn |
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Is try and fail clientele, the only way to earn |
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So if you're sellin' crack or if you're sellin' rap |
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Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on trailin' back |
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Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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So don't worry 'bout my muthafuckin' name |
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I gotta say who dat, who dat? Cole world |
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Who dat, who dat? I gotta say |
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Who dat, who dat? Hey |
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The mind state of a winner |
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When you thinkin' 'bout summertime, I'm thinkin' 'bout the winter |
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When you thinkin' 'bout breakfast, I'm heatin' up my dinner |
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I was plottin' this moment back when y'all was ridin' spinners |
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Now I'm a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup |
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Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet |
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Cloud told me, "Ain't you Roc? Well, where the fuck yo' chain at?" |
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Guess it's somethin' like your girl, nigga, it ain't came yet |
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The man make the chain, chain don't make the man |
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How many niggas do we know with hella ice, but yet they lame? |
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The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same |
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Like we all headed to Spain, they took the boat I took the plane |
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Dang, that boy sick, now ho's on his joystick |
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Heatin' up like May weather, dog, I'm on that Floyd shit |
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Boy stick to yo' day job, said you was hot, well they lied |
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Is that ya gal? Well, I just cheated, no A-Rod |
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Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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So don't worry 'bout my muthafuckin' name |
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I gotta say who dat, who dat? |
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Who dat, who dat? I gotta say |
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Who dat, who dat? Cole world |
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Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Cole? |
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The lil' engine that could, this lil' nigga is good |
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Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good |
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A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood |
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Ay, me I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to the hood, baby |
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Ain't sayin' names but we not the same |
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All that money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame |
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Might wanna grab you a chain, wanna tip up your hat |
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Might wanna purchase some game, homie your shit is so wack |
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I got my finger on the trigger tell that nigga hold dat |
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Boy, I'm picture perfect, baby, you can check the Kodak |
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Hey, so anything you can do I can do better |
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And any chick you can screw I can get wetter |
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I'm young, black get to live my life on the run |
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Bet you bottom dollar before I'm done |
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They say that I'm the one, yeah nigga, I'm the one, ha |
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I gotta say who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame |
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So don't worry 'bout my muthafuckin' name |
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I gotta say who dat, who dat? Cole world |
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Who dat, who dat? I gotta say |
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Who dat, who dat? J. Cole |
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Cole world, nigga, Cole world nigga |
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J. Cole |
