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G.o.m.d Lyrics - 2014 Forest Hills Drive - J. Cole

Hollywood Cole 

Go 

Ay Hollywood 

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 fuck them nigga 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 nigga 

Aware that the nigga is better 

All my bitches 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 bitch, eat the damn cake 

Fuck good nigga we demand great 

Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes 

Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait 

The best kept secret 

Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape 

Rest in peace any nigga want beef 

Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe 

 

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I said to the window, to the wall 

My nigga ride when I call 

Got bitches all in my mind 

Fuck nigga 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 fuck off my dick) 

Get off my dick, woah 

(Get the fuck off my dick nigga) 

Get off my dick, bitch, woah 

(Get the fuck off my dick) 

Get off my dick, bitch, woah 

 

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Man fuck 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 nigga never had love 

You know, foot massage, back rub shit 

Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit 

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 somebedy and you 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 

(Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more) 

But there a nigga in the club singing 

 

I said to the window, to the wall 

My nigga ride when I call 

Got bitches all in my mind 

Fuck nigga 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 nigga in the club singing 

Singing this song yeah 

Got all the bitches 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 song yeah 

 

(The make up) 

This shit is retarded 

Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous 

Why every broke black nigga 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 little Terrio 

Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show 

Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure 

Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga 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 shit for everbody on my testicle 

Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho 

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