[J. Cole - Chorus]
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Hey, one time
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Hey, one time
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One time
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Throw your hands to the sky tonight
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'cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now
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But I gotta make sure I'm right
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And girl you damn right, if your head right
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I'll be there every night
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I just might change your life
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'cause baby...
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You got it (you got it)
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You got it (you got it)
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You got it (you got it)
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You got it (you got it)
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[J. Cole - Verse 1]
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Hey Cole World, real cold world
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I watch it hit the floor and watch it drop it real low girl
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Last time I seen you, you was a little old girl
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I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough
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Clap for her, work it till you exhausted
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I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it
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Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass
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God damn your ex man is a dumb ass
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When you was leaving, did he put up a fight?
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Was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right
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Well one man's trash is another man's treasure
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One man's pain is another man's pleasure
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One damn thing you can't change is the weather
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But even if it rain, we get rained on together
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It's whatever, you shine, I shine,
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I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9!
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[J. Cole - Chorus]
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[J. Cole - Verse 2]
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Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror
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I'm picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer
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High heel wearer, hell of a body
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First one to spot you and I ain't telling nobody
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Nope, I'm peaking at your ass, winking at your ass
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If I don't beg I'll be thinking bout your ass
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For the whole week no time for cold feet
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She too bad to pass, so fine I don't speak
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I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be lowkey
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She tell me I go that flame, your rhymes are so deep
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Man, girl thank you, shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you
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Hold up for these other niggas roll up and try and get you
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The ones that say they riders but never do ride with you
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I'm tryna vibe with you so wont you throw me your phone number
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And let them lames get you old number
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[J. Cole - Chorus]
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[Wale]
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Roc Nation, Wale
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Look, Cole World, still a cold world
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And a couple you is cool but we a little more thorough
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Whole town, a little more girls
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You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure
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Hold up, loud packs like I got cancer
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Choking on them white boys make a black panther
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Love my women with high heels and high standards
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And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers
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I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat
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I ain't superstitious I make all these broads flip my pole
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You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners
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I'm something like a fetus, I'm not quite kidding
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And theres something you ain't seeing like I block your vision
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Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop
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Hundred k in 22 hours
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See money talks, you motherfuckers is Boomhower
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No check back, in debt yep
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Loud in my J, I smoking Gallaudet
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Higher than I need to be
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Flyer 'cause I need to be
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Love our conversation but it's late right now, I need a beat
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One time for the Ville that Cole rep
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Another time for the city of slow death
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I don't understand why these niggas so vexed
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I don't need no chains with no cross to know that I'm blessed
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[Chorus]
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You Got It
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J. Cole |