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J. COLE lyrics : "G.O.M.D"

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 $#&@ them ^!$$% 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
^!$$%s like "man that's what everybody say"

Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
Everybody scared of the ^!$$%
Aware that the ^!$$% is better

All my (*##$es the pick of the litter
Never bitter
^!$$%s is faker than anime

Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake (*##$, eat the damn cake
$#&@ good ^!$$% we demand great

Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes
^!$$% 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 ^!$$% want beef
Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe


I said to the window, to the wall
My ^!$$% ride when I call

Got (*##$es all in my mind
$#&@ ^!$$% 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 $#&@ off my dick)

Get off my dick, woah
(Get the $#&@ off my dick ^!$$%)
Get off my dick, (*##$, woah

(Get the $#&@ off my dick)
Get off my dick, (*##$, woah


Man $#&@ them ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% never had love

You know, foot massage, back rub %#@!
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub %#@!
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
^!$$%s don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more
No more, no more
It's called love
^!$$%s don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more

(^!$$% I don't sing about this %#@! no more)
But there a ^!$$% in the club singing

I said to the window, to the wall
My ^!$$% ride when I call

Got (*##$es all in my mind
$#&@ ^!$$% 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 ain't a ^!$$% in the club singing
Singing this song yeah

Got all the (*##$es 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 %#@! is !@$!ed
Why every rich black ^!$$% gotta be famous
Why every broke black ^!$$% gotta be brainless
That's a steretype

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 $#&@ ^!$$% I'm very sure
$#&@ the rest I'm the best ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s out
Oooh I'mma stretch ^!$$%s out
That go for all y'all if I left ^!$$%s out
This %#@! for everbody on my !@*^
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

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