J. COLE - Who Dat lyrics

rate me

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

Hey who dat?, who dat? That nigga you been waiting for

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I ain't hating though

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck 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 bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission

Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it

Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck 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

Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame

Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame

Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame

So don't worry about my motherfucking 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?

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 nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Clown told me, "Ain't you Roc? But where the fuck your chain at?"

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

The man make the chain, chain don't make the man

How many niggas 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 shit

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

Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole? (Andre 3000)

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas 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 shit is so wack

I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, "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 nigga I'm the one

I got them saying