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[Verse 1] This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Play Dough Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out Fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute I step over pirhannas, death over dishonor They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana Now a nigga only textin' distress over Rihannas I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters And we always argue about the same thing Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing? Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect eh But you're perfect for me Rollin', we ridin' He like to go inside and I love to go all night and We rock the boat, Poseidon I love to call your name, name, name Baby I love to call your name, name, name Songtexte [Verse 2] Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room But that thing tight like Fort Knox So I call you when the tour stops But baby with your roommates, did you make sure the door's locked? She love it when we get together Smoke a little weed but the shit together Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes Her man on campus but it's fine by me Say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas, so you know you gotta multiply by 3 [Hook] Mehr songtexte: http://www.songtextemania.com/nobodys_perfect_songtext_j_cole.html Alle Infos über J Cole: http://www.musictory.de/musik/J+Cole Aus Songtexte Mania