H.Y.B.

歌手: J. Cole Bas Central Cee • 专辑:Might Delete Later • 发布时间:2024-04-05
作词 : J. Cole/Bas/Central Cee
 作曲 : J. Cole/Bas/Central Cee
 Lisen, baby
 I've got news
 I've got bad news for you

 And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
 Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside
 Call a uber, S.U.V, how many gon fit inside?
 Yeah, hide your bitch, hide your wife
 Yeah, bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah
 Pray the dogs never die, yeah
 Forty two come alive, yeah
 Hide your bitch, hide your wife

 I'm allergic to cap
 I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
 You'll never see me in Giuseppe, I find that tacky, look what I'm steppin' in
 Some shit I designed by Italians, callin' 'em Indy 5000's
 Or maybe five hundred
 I kick the door down, if I want it and niggas won't let me in (Uh)
 My career runnin' up this year, all these bums never did nothin' but fail
 They gon' see I'm the one when the dust settles
 They gon' see I'm the one
 A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, M-N-O-P
 That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?"
 I never been known to take those
 Your girl saw me and her face froze
 You better be lucky I'm faithful
 Please test me, I ace those
 My money been growin' like eight fold
 But you know how I hate goals
 I can't tell if they turning green from the envy, or is it the fake gold?
 I move through the street one deep, I keep forgettin' I'm J.Cole
 I feel like a regular nigga, I just got a very irregular bankroll
 Word to Puma, I've been gettin' Pesos
 My account like the end of a rainbow
 Every time that I spit it's a flame throw
 Me bas and cench, it's NATO

 And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
 Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside
 Call a uber, S.U.V, how many gon fit inside?
 Yeah, hide your bitch, hide your wife
 Yeah, bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah
 Pray the dogs never die, yeah
 Forty two come alive, yeah
 Hide your bitch, hide your wife

 
 Lord forgive me as I'm a sinner
 The way that I live, I'm preparing for hell
 I don't know why you're mad, you should probably thank me
 'Cause I been airing your girl
 If I get some top, we can take the chase, cuh we know the area well
 Thank god I'm not far off a hundred M's I gotta thank Ron Perry as well
 I don't even know why they stepped in the ring
 A few seconds in and they throwing the towel in
 When we pull into town, neighbours sayin', "How the hell they get them houses?"
 Now I'm in some different locations, I don't even know how to pronounce them
 Award shows, I bring my pouch in, I ain't even pullin' out my...
 I can't get patted by TMZ, tryna fit four tings in the G-63
 I'ma give one ting to my bro YG, I'm handle the rest and jeet all three
 The back so big, we all gassed up, how the **** did she fit in them Diesel jeans?
 I can't compete 'cause they ain't in my league
 Oh please, ain't even equal beef
 At least hit man in the abdominal, bro, it don't even count if below the knee
 Block life, chillin' with a horrible hoe, she gonna get down and blow the team
 Me and the guys was borrowing clothes, like bro, let me hold that coat this week
 Now it's after hours, I've shutdown Harrods, I bring out the AmEx and go on a spree

 And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
 Bitches flock like TMZ every time we come outside
 Call a uber, S.U.V, how many gon fit inside?
 Yeah, hide your bitch, hide your wife
 Yeah, bagged your bitch in my slide, yeah
 Pray the dogs never die, yeah
 Forty two come alive, yeah
 Hide your bitch, hide your wife
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