G.O.M.D

J. Cole 2015.04.02 33
Hollywood Cole
 Go
 Ay Hollywood
 Hollywood Cole
 Go

 You wanna know just where Im 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 cant come back
 Ay let me tell you bout it
 Man fuck them nigga 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 thats 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 Dominos and she take off all her clothes
 Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
 The best kept secret
 Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
 Rest in peace any nigga want beef
 Even secret service couldnt keep the man safe

[Pre-Hook:]
 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 aint you and you aint me

[Hook:]
 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 dont tell nobody
 They gettin temporary dough and I dont tell nobody
 Lord will you tell me if I changed, I wont tell nobody
 I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I wont 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 somebedy and you 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 cant walk without em
 Cant talk without em, cant breath without em
 Came here together, you cant leave without em
 So you walk back in, make a scene about em
 On your Amerie its just 1 thing about em
 Its called love
 Niggas dont sing about it no more
 Dont nobody sing about it no more
 No more, no more
 Its called love
 Niggas dont sing about it no more
 Dont nobody sing about it no more
 (Nigga I dont sing about this shit no more)
 But there a nigga in the club singing

[Pre-Hook]

 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
 Thats a stereotype
 Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
 Heres a scenario
 Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
 Dreamville, give us a year well be on every show
 Yeah fuck nigga Im very sure
 Fuck the rest Im the best nigga out
 When Im back home Im the best in the South
 When Im in LA Im the best in the West
 You can test, you can test, Imma stretch niggas out
 Oooh Imma stretch niggas out
 That go for all yall if I left niggas out
 This shit for everbody on my testicle
 Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho  


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