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[feat. Wale] [Chorus: J. Cole] Hey, one time Hey, one time One time Throw your hands to the sky tonight Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now But I gotta make sure I'm right And girl you damn right, if your head right I'll be there every night I just might change your life Cause baby... You got it (you got it) You got it (you got it) You got it (you got it) You got it (you got it) [Verse 1: J. Cole] Hey Cole World, real cold World I watch it hit the floor and watch it drop it real low girl Last time I seen ya, you was a lil old girl I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough Clap for her, work it till you exhausted I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it SongtexteBrains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass God damn your ex man is a dumb ass When you was leaving, did he put up a fight? Was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right Well one man's trash is another man's treasure One man's pain is another man's pleasure One damn thing you can't change is the weather But even if it rain, we get rained on together It's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [Chorus: J. Cole] [Verse 2: J. Cole] Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror I'm picking through the cloud tryna see a little clearer High heel wearer, hell of a body First one to spot ya and I ain't telling nobody Nope, I'm peaking at your ass, winking at your ass If I don't beg I'll be thinking bout your ass For the whole week no time for cold feet She too bad to pass, so fine I don't speak I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be lowkey She tell me I go tthat flame, your rhymes are so deep Man, girl thank you, shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you Hold up for these other niggas roll up and try and get ya The ones that say they riders but never do ride with ya I'm tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number And let them lames get ya old number [Chorus: J. Cole] [Wale:] Roc Nation, Wale Look, Cole World, still a cold world And a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough Whole town, a little more girls You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure Hold up, low packs like I got cancer Choking on them white boys make a black panther Love my women with high heels and high standards And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat I ain't superstitious I make all these broads flip my pole You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners I'm something like a fetus, I'm not quite kidd'n And there's something you ain't seeing like I block your vision Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop Hundred k in 22 hours See money talks, you ma'fuckers is Boomhower No check back, in debt yep Loud in my J, I smoking [?] Higher than I need to be Flyer cause I need to be Love our conversation but it's late right now, I need a beat One time for the Ville that Cole rep Another time for the city of slow death I don't understand why these niggas so vexed I don't need no chains with no cross to know that I'm blessed [Chrous] Aus Songtexte Mania