Hollywood ColeAy HollywoodHollywood ColeYou wanna know just where I'm atWell let me tell you 'bout itI put my city on the mapBut let me tell you 'bout itThey tryna say I can't come backAy let me tell you 'bout itMan fuck them niggas I come backAy let me tell you 'bout itI wanna tell you 'bout itHands up, everybody runCole outside and he say he got a gunNiggas like "man that's what everybody say"Go and pop the trunk and everybody deadEverybody scared of the niggaAware that the nigga is betterAll my bitches the pick of the litterNever bitterNiggas is faker than animeMe I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woahEat the cake bitch, eat the damn cakeFuck good nigga we demand greatOrder Domino's and she take off all her clothesNigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man waitThe best kept secretEven Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tapeRest in peace any nigga want beefSecret service couldn't keep the man safeI said to the window, to the wallMy nigga ride when I callGot bitches all in my mindFuck nigga blocking my shineI know the reason you feel the wayI know just who you wan' beSo everyday I thank the man upstairsThat I ain't you and you ain't meGet 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, woahMan fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobodyThey gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobodyLord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobodyI wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody(This is the part that the thugs skip)Young nigga never had loveYou know, foot massage, back rub shitBlowing bubbles in the bathtub shitThat is until I met youTogether we done watch years go bySeen a river of your tears go byGot me thinkin' bout some kids, still ITell them hoes come through(The break up)Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'emWhen we long for you, start to doubt 'emTell yourself you better off without 'emThen in time you will find can't walk without 'emCan't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'emCame here together, you can't leave without 'emSo you walk back in, make a scene about 'emOn your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'emIt's called loveNiggas don't sing about it no moreDon't nobody sing about it no moreNo more, no moreIt's called loveNiggas don't sing about it no moreDon't nobody sing about it no more(Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)But there a nigga in the club singingI said to the window, to the wallMy nigga ride when I callGot bitches all in my mindFuck nigga blocking my shineI know the reason you feel the wayI know just who you wan' beSo everyday I thank the man upstairsThat I ain't you and you ain't meGet off my dickBut every nigga in the club singingSinging this song yeahGot all the bitches in the club singingSinging this song yeahAnd all they mamas let their kids sing itSing this song yeahThe baby mamas and the mistressesSinging this song yeahSong yeah, song song yeah(The make up)This shit is retardedWhy every rich black nigga gotta be famousWhy every broke black nigga gotta be brainlessThat's a stereotypeDriven by some people up in Ariel HeightsHere's a scenarioYoung Cole pockets is fat like lil TerrioDreamville, give us a year we'll be on every showYeah fuck nigga I'm very sureFuck the rest I'm the best nigga outWhen I'm back home I'm the best in the SouthWhen I'm in La I'm the best in the WestYou can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas outOOh I'mma stretch niggas outThat go for all y'all if I left niggas outThis shit for everbody on my testiclesPlease make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
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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
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