Now girl won't you drop that thing down to the floor I'm here for one night, how far would you go? I wanna see you work out for me, work out for me [J Cole
rain, we get rained on together it's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus] [J. Cole - Verse 2] Yeah
[J. Cole] Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline Im trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess
middle finger when you see me it?s cool, ?cause I can?t see yo? ass from this side of the TV muthafucker [J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, make way for the
rap All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that" It must be hard for your projects to take all that I know your weak heart gotta break off that Boy, look, Cole
better, cake niggas fiend to get a piece of this American dream It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with [J. Cole - Verse 1]
cause he left your mama when she had you and he ain't shit now here you go doing the same shit.. you ain't shit nigga!" [hook: j. cole] [verse 3: j cole
Cole World, Boy, check the degree's These lil n-ggas is trash go and get the Febreeze THats why I blew up on you sucka's all thats left is debree One
The songs that I made in my bedroom and shit Finally give a nigga leg room and a whip Yeah Cole World, make way for the chosen one Aint nobody else I
[J. Cole] Yeah, Pistol Pete flow, smoke like a swisha sweet blow Cole world, get ya Pea Coat Rappers got no point, n-ggas miss the free throws so Ain?
[Verse 1] Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill Collector I know ya just doing your job, don't mean to disrespect ya But we've been going through this thang since
Claim you a beast, why y'all aint howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen I'm 'bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylin' Killin' n-ggas like
[Verse 1] My man Shawn from around the way son been down from day one Never been known for mistakes but was bound to make one Her name was Nina See he
Uh, yea let me warm up man, let me warm up man! I got to warm up man! Yea, Elite what up! Yea Warm Up Yea, look niggas wanna know the formula for success
' Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley So like him, you'll be gone too early Mama hands together like 6:30 And Cole
her on a voyage I like em long legged, Mega Thick Work it out Ya know employ it You wanna know how I know I'm the shit Cuz I keep clogging up the toilet Coley Cole
Dear Mrs. bill collector I know you just doing your job Don't mean to disrespect ya But we been going through this thing since way back I told you when
[J. Cole - Verse 1] Momma I just killed a man My body still trembling can you feel my hand Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before they find out
