- J. Cole Niggaz Know 歌詞
- J. Cole
- These niggas know
Huh
Armed and dangerous, call the law
Stick to the script, no audible
Country ass nigga with an Audemars
Cant spell the shit but I order more
French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle
Get good head on the Autobahn
Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore
Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God
Five steps like Dru Hill
Came home from the first tour, with
Bad credit and a school bill
Middle finger to the bursar
Finally famous but
Aint too much really change with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious, that was 9-7
Saw my old teacher and she asked how Im livin
You aint know my shit drop bitch? 9-11
Gettin more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Gettin more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Look at all the bullshit Ive been through
Better me than you
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I aint the same
I aint the same, huh
I aint the same
Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know
These niggas know, boo-ya nigga?
Came through the door like who yall niggas?
Stole a nigga flow, I could sue yall niggas
Better yet put a hot one through yall niggas
Nah, let me stop frontin for yall niggas but
Dont let the college shit fool yall niggas
Aint the hardest nigga in the land
But a grown ass man, and I will step to yall niggas
Like whats the problem?
Aint gettin paper, nigga heres a loan
My shit long, need a hair salon
Get it cut, shut the fuck up
And wipe your face with my money til your tears is gone
No cryin ass, lyin ass
Cant afford a whip, but you buyin ass
This Fresh Prince nigga, I aint Jazz
Fucked yo bitch, nigga I aint ask
She pitched it to me like Sosa (oh God)
What the fuck was I sposed do ?
Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that
Keep hoes bi-coastal
And they buy postals, aint shit for free
Dick the only thing that they get from me
Sit VIP, get a sip for free
Later on shell be sippin me, literally
Picture me at the tip-top
With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac
Minus six shots, but its still this hot
30 grand and thats just for the wristwatch
Hate to brag but backpacker thats hip hop
Write my life and make sure that the script hot
And pray the kids watch
If not, these niggas know
If not, these niggas know
Huh
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club , I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I aint the same
I aint the same
Nah, I aint the same
I must confess , I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I aintthe same
I aint the same, uh
I aint the same
Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Yeah
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