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J COLE lyrics : "Who Dat"

Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?

[Verse 1]

Hey who dat?, who dat? That ^!$$% you been waiting for
I mean the %#@! was all bad just a week ago
Rappers was bull%#@!ting, $#&@ it I ain't hating though

Because now a ^!$$% hot enough to $#&@ with one of Satan' hoes
And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions
Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening

Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention?
Your (*##$ is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission
Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it

Real ^!$$%s celebrate it, finger $#&@ whoever hate it
My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn
Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Life live, might as well, only way to learn
Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn
So if you're selling crack, or if you're selling rap

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

[Hook]

Who dat? Who dat? (*##$ I got that flame
Who dat? Who dat? (*##$ I got that flame
Who dat? Who dat? (*##$ I got that flame

So don't worry about my mother$#&@ing name
I got them saying
Who dat? Who dat?

Cole world
Who dat? Who dat?
I got them saying

Who dat? Who dat?
Cole world
Who dat? Who dat?


[Verse 2]
Hey, the mind state of a winner

When you thinking about summertime I'm thinking about the winter
When you thinking about breakfast I'm heating up my dinner
I was plotting this moment back when y'all was riding spinners

Yeah I'm a menace
God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup
Hungry like the ^!$$% who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Clown told me, "Ain't you Roc? But where the $#&@ your chain at?"
Guess it's something like your girl, ^!$$% it ain't came yet
The man make the chain, chain don't make the man

How many ^!$$%s do we know with hella ice but yet they lame?
The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same
It's like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn

That boy's sick now hoes on his joystick
Heating up like May weather, dog I'm on that Floyd %#@!
Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well they lied

Is that your girl? Well I just g'd her, no A-Rod

[Hook]


Now who else want to $#&@ with Hollywood Cole? (Andre 3000)


[Verse 3]
The little engine that could, this little ^!$$% is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal ^!$$%s for good

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood
And me? I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to the hood
Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

All the money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame
Might want to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat
Might want to purchase some game, homey your %#@! is so wack

I got my finger on the trigger, tell that ^!$$%, "hold that"
Want picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak
Hey, so anything you can do I can do better

And any chick you can screw I can get wetter
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Bet your bottom dollar before I'm done

They say that I'm the one
Ya ^!$$% I'm the one
I got them saying


[Hook]

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