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j. cole - 9 5 . s o u t h كلمات الأغنية

[intro: cam’ron & j. cole]
k!lla, it’s the off_season
let’s keep it tall, y’all ain’t f_ckin’ with my man
and don’t check your watch, you know the time
cole world, k!lla cam’, n_ggas is f_ckin’ finished (yeah)

[verse 1: j. cole]
this sh_t too easy for me now
n_gga, cole been goin’ plat’ since back when cds was around
what you sold, i tripled that, i can’t believe these f_ckin’ clowns
look how everybody clappin’ when your thirty_song album do a measly hundred thou’
if i’m bettin’ on myself, then i’ll completely double down
if you hated on a n_gga, please don’t greet me with a pound
i be stayin’ out the way, but if the beef do come around
could put a m right on your head, you luigi brother now
trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
back and forth from nc to new york when jeezy had the crown
vivid memories, n_ggas start to squeeze, we duckin’ down
so many sh_lls left on the ground, it make the easter bunny proud
i get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
no plans to doze off, the streets, it don’t come with a ref’
i never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
and got they o’s off, you reach, n_ggas uppin’ like steph
to blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
as if it never happened, sh_t we witnessed full of so much sickness
angels sheddin’ tears in heaven, word to eric clapton
off this clever rappin’, b_tch, my pockets gon’ forever fatten
[interlude: j. cole & cam’ron]
they gon’ forever fatten
see, we tried to tell n_ggas
they act like they don’t even f_ckin’ speak english

[verse 2: j. cole]
b_tch, my pen to the paper’s lethal
i’m sendin’ ’em straight to meet the
the n_gga that made them, peep the reaper
creepin’ on ya, the scent of failure reekin’ on ya
check your genitalia, p_ssy_n_ggas bleedin’ on yourself
f_ckin’ with cole is bold, but it’s impedin’ on your health
all yo’ n_ggas eatin’ off your wealth
all my n_ggas feedin’ all they selves, and it feels swell
krispy kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna k!ll twelve (uh)
’cause they steady harassin’
we seen dilemmas like nelly and kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
my young n_ggas nutty, they blastin’
bullets be hummin’ like cudi but one of yo’ hoodies spaghetti_o splashin’
all over the driveway, y’all talkin’ all sideways
shots poppin’ off, y’all laid down
cops chalkin’ off y’all legs now
(sh_t) god watchin’, “hey, yahweh”
my n_ggas looked up to the sky like we sendin’ ’em y’all way (y’all way)
we sendin’ ’em y’all way (y’all way)
[outro: cam’ron & lil jon]
that’s what the f_ck i’m talkin’ ’bout
y’all see what the f_ck goin’ on out here (k!lla, harlem)
i_95 sh_t, carolina, 2_6, stand up, n_gga
put your hood up
put your hood up
put your hood up
put your hood up
put your clique up
put your clique up
put your clique up
put your clique up
represent your sh_t, motherf_cker
represent your sh_t, motherf_cker
represent your clique, motherf_cker
represent your clique, motherf_cker
if you scared to throw it up, get the f_ck out the club
if you scared to throw it up, get the f_ck out the club

- j cole

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