G.O.M.D (Explicit)
J. Cole"G.O.M.D (Explicit)" ist ein Song von J. Cole, 2014, Pop. Der Song dauert 4:43, 150 lines / 778 words.
Songtext
0:00G.O.M.D. (Explicit) - J. Cole
0:14Hollywood Cole
0:18Go
0:20Ay Hollywood
0:21Ay Hollywood Cole
0:25Go
0:58You wanna know
0:59Just where I'm at
1:00Well let me tell you 'bout it
1:01I put my city on the map
1:03But let me tell you 'bout it
1:05They tryna say I can't come back
1:07Ay let me tell you 'bout it
1:09Man f**k them niggas
1:10I come back
1:11Ay let me tell you 'bout it
1:13I wanna tell you 'bout it
1:15Hands up, everybody run
1:16Cole outside
1:17And he say he got a gun
1:18Niggas like "man that's
1:19What everybody say"
1:20Go and pop the trunk
1:21And everybody dead
1:21Everybody scared of the ni**a
1:23Aware that the ni**a is better
1:24All my b**ches the pick of the litter
1:25Never bitter
1:26Niggas is faker than anime
1:27Me I never hate,
1:28Get cake like Anna Mae, woah
1:29Eat the cake b**ch, eat the damn cake
1:31F**k good ni**a we demand great
1:33Order Domino's
1:33And she take off all her clothes
1:35Ni**a you know how it goes,
1:36Make the pizza man wait
1:38The best kept secret
1:38Even Hov tried to keep it
1:39And I leaked the damn tape
1:41Rest in peace any ni**a want beef
1:42Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
1:44I said to the window,
1:45To the wall
1:46My ni**a ride when I call
1:48Got b**ches all in my mind
1:50F**k ni**a blocking my shine
1:52I know the reason you feel the way
1:54I know just who you wan' be
1:55So everyday I thank the man upstairs
1:57That I ain't you and you ain't me
1:59Get off my dick, woah
2:01(Get the f**k off my dick)
2:03Get off my dick, woah
2:05(Get the f**k off my dick ni**a)
2:06Get off my dick, b**ch, woah
2:09(Get the f**k off my dick)
2:10Get off my dick, woah
2:13Man f**k them niggas
2:14I come home and I don't tell nobody
2:17They gettin' temporary dough
2:18And I don't tell nobody
2:20Lord will you tell me if I changed,
2:22I won't tell nobody
2:24I wanna go back to Jermaine,
2:26And I won't tell nobody
2:27(This is the part that the thugs skip)
2:30Young ni**a never had love
2:31You know, foot massage, back rub sh*t
2:33Blowing bubbles in the bathtub sh*t
2:35That is until I met you
2:37Together we done watch years go by
2:39Seen a river of your tears go by
2:41Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
2:43Tell them hoes come through
2:44(The break up)
2:45Get to know somebody
2:46And you really learn a lot about 'em
2:47When we long for you,
2:48Start to doubt 'em
2:48Tell yourself you better off without 'em
2:50Then in time you
2:50Will find can't walk without 'em
2:51Can't talk without 'em,
2:52Can't breath without 'em
2:53Came here together,
2:54You can't leave without 'em
2:55So you walk back in,
2:56Make a scene about 'em
2:57On your Amerie
2:58It's just 1 thing about 'em
2:59It's called love
3:00Niggas don't sing about it no more
3:01Don't nobody sing about it no more
3:04No more, no more
3:06It's called love
3:07Niggas don't sing about it no more
3:09Don't nobody sing about it no more
3:11Ni**a I don't sing about this sh*t
3:12No more
3:12But there a ni**a in the club singing
3:14I said to the window,
3:15To the wall
3:16My ni**a ride when I call
3:18Got b**ches all in my mind
3:20F**k ni**a blocking my shine
3:22I know the reason you feel the way
3:24I know just who you wan' be
3:25So everyday I thank the man upstairs
3:27That I ain't you and you ain't me
3:29Get off my dick
3:31But every ni**a in the club singing
3:33Singing this song yeah
3:35Got all the b**ches
3:36In the club singing
3:37Singing this song yeah
3:39And all they mamas
3:39Let their kids sing it
3:40Sing this song yeah
3:43The baby mamas
3:43And the mistresses
3:44Singing this song yeah
3:46Song yeah
3:48Song yeah, song song yeah
3:59(The make up)
4:05This sh*t is retarded
4:14Why every rich black ni**a
4:15Gotta be famous
4:16Why every broke black ni**a
4:17Gotta be brainless
4:19That's a stereotype
4:20Driven by some people up
4:21In Ariel Heights
4:21Here's a scenario
4:22Young Cole pockets
4:23Is fat like lil Terrio
4:24Dreamville, give us a year
4:25We'll be on every show
4:27Yeah f**k ni**a I'm very sure
4:29F**k the rest I'm the best ni**a out
4:31When I'm back home
4:32I'm the best in the South
4:33When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West
4:35You can test, you can test,
4:36I'mma stretch niggas out
4:37Oooh I'mma stretch niggas out
4:38That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
4:40This sh*t for everbody on my testicles
4:42Please make sure you
4:43Put the rest in your mouth, ho
G.O.M.D. (Explicit) - J. Cole Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Ay Hollywood Cole Go 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 f**k 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 ni**a Aware that the ni**a is better All my b**ches 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 b**ch, eat the damn cake F**k good ni**a we demand great Order Domino's And she take off all her clothes Ni**a 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 ni**a want beef Secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, To the wall My ni**a ride when I call Got b**ches all in my mind F**k ni**a 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 f**k off my dick) Get off my dick, woah (Get the f**k off my dick ni**a) Get off my dick, b**ch, woah (Get the f**k off my dick) Get off my dick, woah Man f**k 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 ni**a never had love You know, foot massage, back rub sh*t Blowing bubbles in the bathtub sh*t 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 Ni**a I don't sing about this sh*t No more But there a ni**a in the club singing I said to the window, To the wall My ni**a ride when I call Got b**ches all in my mind F**k ni**a 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 ni**a in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the b**ches 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 yeah, song song yeah (The make up) This sh*t is retarded Why every rich black ni**a Gotta be famous Why every broke black ni**a 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 f**k ni**a I'm very sure F**k the rest I'm the best ni**a 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 Oooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This sh*t for everbody on my testicles Please make sure you Put the rest in your mouth, ho
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