New World Order (N.W.O.)
J. Cole
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I swear it feel like a quarter to midnight Riding in [?] Bumping my own shit, bumping my own shit Pedal to the floor, I ain't braking no more And we get paid, that's off words And I been made, ho, that's my word Ho, that's my word This shit is for life, N-W-O I ain't hitting you back, i'm done with you hoes N-W-O Money growing farms, gotta get your figures up Gotta grow an arm fore' you pull your niggas up Spend it on a bond money, you was savin' up And all they could respond is you never gave enough Everything gratuitous You don't want a pot to piss, you want a pool to piss Never taking it for granted like i'm new to this Keep my waitress heavy handed, f*ck my stewardess Who is this sick nigga? Jealousy a trait say for you bitch niggas So wait bitch, hold up, get a hold of this nigga Just got out the meeting and they talking big figures But i'ma need more money than these drop a brick niggas Convos and commas, convos and K's If that's what you talking, ho, convos for days Sky so big, got condos in space Let's save the world, all in good taste And we get paid, that's off words And I been made, ho, that's my word Ho, that's my word This shit is for life, N-W-O I ain't hitting you back, i'm done with you hoes N-W-O I got us, [?], that's the truest of it A bird lose itself worth, that's the Louie of it Why so [?]? Realistic, life will pass you, egotistic It's how the universe work, that's the beauty of it Seen you from the first twerk, that's the booty of it Lately been so [?], give me ass, don't need no friendship Living life, all my tickets copped one way And these bitches all in my runway As of late, I drink and smoke everyday Hesitate, just another shot you never take Riding down the block in the Rari Tryna' squeeze two hoes besides me Six at the club, turned twelve at the club You would think these hoes Saimese And they got hommies, bodies And they roll l's if I let them ride shotty Cause that's all it would take Let's save the world, all in good taste And we get paid, that's off words And I been made, ho, that's my word Ho, that's my word This shit is for life, N-W-O I ain't hitting you back, i'm done with you hoes N-W-O Me? I'm too fly, y'all sweet, y'all niggas fruit flies Y'all speak, y'all niggas hoopla, y'all weak, y'all [?] I must be the coldest, walk up in the room (vroom) And ya bitch old, i'm looking for some new's I must be the coldest, walk up in the room (vroom) And ya bitch old, i'm looking for some new's
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