J. Cole
J. Cole - Royal Flush songtekst
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Yep Da dump dump This is the....warm up Ok I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up I blowed up had a hole up in my pocket now its sowed up They feenin for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product You niggas tryna stop it betta load up I hang my coat up Ah I'm goin be here for a while so I smile hatas I'm on that green like a flower like a alligator Now or laters, I'm serving niggas Imma sound waiter Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later Look how how I cater, dog what you fraid of, nothing They talking gangsta, without no data, they frontin Jackie chan, jean claude van dam straight stuntin, I wish a nigga would say something Imma carolina nigga boy I got it on my back Piggyback style I aint talkin bout no tat And Imma rep the ville in every city that im at And I guareente I'm bring home plaques Shout out to my brother zach And my mother I love you Yea, look, Aint that about a bitch this nigga on his own his dick They say I'm like the human body I produce my own shit And I toot my own horn, a star when I was born My name aint james, my word is bond Yeah Shout out to cannibus had a similar line ninety-eight ninety-nine Damn them was the times Nevermind dwelling in the past, your listening to the future Them flows get tighter, them hoes get looser Then they wanna suduce you like medusa be cool I said "I got a girl", she told me "me too" So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood (shit) Baby dont be foolish, but call her I'll watch her do it You know And this is only the warm up