fish Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, okay Ain't it obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick shit
And they ain't care if my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Even had foul shit to say to my
you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit
We gettin' arab money Busta rhymes verse you can talk about your money but i really dont care im into coppin streets shit im trying to buy air im the
pop shit, same nigga got shit Loon ain't no lame, Loon never gossip Nigga Loon in the game 'cause Loon got some hot shit Sick of you cats screaming out block shit
Chea! It's dat incredible shit Talk to ?em It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer
horrifies And applies to his persona or the sizes In his entourage, that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy that's whassup After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin' much Nothin' but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit
shop till you dizzy Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop
still got a nigga back, know that's for sure No matter what may occur in life, everyday with her is like A plus, I'ma love her 'til she be like that's enough Pop
alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call? My down bitch, one who live by the code Put this music shit
whatever you like Boy, you want my body Wanna ride it like a Harley Once or twice around the block I bet I?ll have you saying, woh, woh First stop, let me pop
s whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus] [J. Cole - Verse 2] Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do
collect interest I mean interest, fuck my nemesis Exclamation just for emphasis And I don't sympathize 'cause you a simple bitch I just pop up on these ho's like some pimple shit
it Shout out to the fact that I'm the youngest nigga doing it Cap on, brim bent, Denzel, Larry, Ty She ain't trying to pop that shit for pimp, okay,
depths of 'ell, COME! [Ice-T] You punks are jealous cause I'm rollin in fly shit My shit, all paid for and I don't owe no guy shit Fuck you, it ain't
about a cop or a G man They all talk shit, their breath smellin' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to
, The 60's Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin' out, gee I pray the shit'll never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But