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Laaa la la laaaa La la laaaa [Chorus: J. Cole] Hey, this is a song for my haters, Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah Hey, this is a song for my haters, Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah [Verse 1: J. Cole] Haa, bitch I'm about to blow up Uh huh, say what Bitch I'm about to blow up Hey I came up, I warmed up the next up Bitch I'm about to blow up Now don't it sound legendary Liven up the ressurected dead and buried This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary Uh, I'm blowing up and bitch I'm still me But what's the cost to live your dreams, do you feel me? Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be Funny how money chains and whips make me feel free I'm starring in this bitch and yeah I write the show Fuck the haters I'm headed to the place you like to go SongtexteThey say, "what you fighting for, the game is on life support" And Gary Coleman just passed, life is short Bitch I'm about to blow up, look I'm about to blow up Yeah got to the club early just to get a friend, wait for hoes to show up Man, but now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models boy I'm about to po' up Uh huh, you know what, bitch I'm about to blow up Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey) La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha) Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey) La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up) [Chorus: J. Cole] Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up) Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah (Ha, said I'm about to blow up) Hey, this is a song for my haters (Uh huh, look I'm about to blow up) Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up [Verse 2: J. Cole] Momma said I should reconsider law school That means I wear a suit and be a troop and feel awful Hell naw, got a degree but what that cost you You make a good salary just to pay Sally May That's real as ever Ducking bill collectors like Jehova's witness When they showed up at your door at Christmas Was broke as dishes tryna let it go Hit the club she drop it low, lower than my credit score Account overdraft what I got this debit for Summers dead it got me drinking thinking bitch I better blow I better blow, These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle You border like Mexico Hey baby girl what it look like And where ya head at, and what ya cook like She said where ya bread at, and what your whip like You ain't got one or the other than brother good night Bitch I'm about to blow up, look I'm about to blow up Yeah got to the club early just to get a friend, wait for hoes to show up But now it's bottles at the tables bring the models, boy I'm about to po' up Uh ha, you know what Bitch I'm about to blow up Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey) La la laaaa (Right side right side ah ha) Laaa la la laaaa (Left side left side hey) La la laaaa (Bitch I'm about to blow up) [Chorus: J. Cole] Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up) Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah (Uh, said I'm about to blow up) Hey, this is a song for my haters (Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up) Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah Bitch I'm about to blow up! Praise God it's hard to stay spiritual How they got these niggas on the TV selling miracles You mean to tell me everything gon be fine If I call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit Well damn, why ain't you say so Take this shaking ass multiply all my pesos And erase my number out the phone of these fake hoes I saved her number just in case but now it's case closed To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter You'll never be me partner so it don't fucking matter You try to be and your career will see funerals And be you that's what it sounds, beautiful Then maybe you could blow up And maybe you could blow up Shit but you know what For now bitch I'm about to blow up Aus Songtexte Mania