J. COLE

J. COLE - I Really Mean It lyrics

rate me

Yeah, The Warm Up

Lemme stretch out

Yeah

They say I'm the down south Nas

The east coast Pac

The Carolina Andre

The Fayettenam Kanye

So join it, ya can't beat it

To all the nonbelievers

If you missed it I'll repeat it

I'm the light skinned Jesus

Here's my thesis for them niggas with them pieces like Reese's

We ballin while we winking at your bitch up in the bleachers

She fiending just to hop up on my shit

Like she was featured on that piece of shit, man

Keep on squeaking like some sneakers on the court

Here's some lines you can snort

Food for thought here's a fork

No pork, dammit keep it pure, organic

What's the score, Lord it's a blowout

You niggas out here shoutin but see me I'm just gonna show out

Bitches destiny no doubt

Niggas testing me more but I'm sure

Look homie I know my shit can give a tour of the sewer

I'm bored this shit is simple

On instrumentals I'm Kimbo, slicing on any tempo

I'm busting like many pimples on the temple,

Go hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce

No disrespect to HOV but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay

I almost erased them lines but in the end I chose to keep em

Cause if I said it, I really, I really, I really mean it

Yeah and that's just a Warm Up baby

Lemme give it to 'em

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, nigga

I rep my city in your city

Just to let you niggas know just where I'm comin from

Ville' nigga troublesome

Gats all around niggas waist like a Cummerbund

Leave you leakin' 'til a plumber come

Still we ain't running from no man

Look bitch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman

Ey pack your bags mama we gettin the fuck up outta Po' land

Cause I'm programmed for the dough

While you hold hands with a ho

You ain't got no chance when I flow

Bitch I was a grown man when I was four

Boy, so sit your ass down

You lookin at the class clown

Slash valedictorian, slash hoopin nigga best dressed

Back in school you was just a stupid nigga

And now you're rappin all you talk bout your Coupe is sicker

Your top is dropped but the cops is out here shootin niggas

Stupid nigga, see me I rather tell the truth to niggas

You out here stuntin, niggas is out here frontin

Nigga you good for nothin

I'm freestylin coming off the dome

Bitch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone

I don't even know why I said that

And bitch I get bread that's enormous

Ya'll niggas on my dick man I'm dormant

That means I'm on the low, that means I'm on your ho

That means I'm about this dough

Nigga I'm coming off the dome

Bitch I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body

Bitch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty

The Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby

Nigga know

I'm coming through I got the sicker flow

I've hit them motherfuckin niggas with that

michelob that drunk shit that ill shit

Comin through I spill shit like whoops, bitch

You need to read a book bitch

yea you see me rappin like a crook bitch,

that means my rhyme is deadly,

bitch im like a medley,

a mil, ..aww im fuckin up man..the warm up

Thanks to trey w for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to trey w for correcting these lyrics

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Anonymous
Sunday 14th of April 2013 23:18
J. Cole >> over all of the Top artists in today's Hip Hop/ Rap