Lyrics:
Now she wanna spend (What?)
All night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to
(Throw it back ma
Throw it
down and holla
If you tipsy stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Hypnotic, robotic, this
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away!
Wake up this morning, there's a letter on the mat
Big brother want to know
gotta bite that, we got it like that
I'm not no type actor hoopster singer or nothing
We'll hook the track up, and I'll become the, decisive
the air ehh it's a Holy Ghost party in the air ehh
Throw your hands in the air everybody put your hands up in the air
In the air eeh
Everybody put your
a bring in
Now they wanna talk to me nice
Don't do that
They just been mice of men
But you knew that
Roll in the Benz J Cole yeah who that
Roll in the Benz
a little beast on the side
I change to either or less or more, natural or storm
It depends on the norm of when my brain transforms
But throw away the bad
queen and she got her ass out, know I'm saying
Feeling like I'm Cole damn Sprouse got the Hotel feeling like the whole damn house
God damn
We’ve been up
no fake love
Are you really bout me? Or you really bout my paper?
Way I’m boutta flex boutta turn you to a hater
J Cole already told me not to save her
let's run it up
J'ai bosser, J'ai gagner (eh)
Est ce tu connais le bahi
J'ai bosser, J'ai gagner (oui)
Est ce tu connais le bahi
J'ai bosser, J
think I'm point, point blank
Turn off my sound niggas, let... crank
[Chorus]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it
it
But we're angry, and wanna see things burn so I get it
So for my people it's a cold world
So I keep a 9 on my side, but you don't see her like J
see things burn so I get it
So for my people it’s a cold world
So I keep a 9 on my side, but you don’t see her like J. Cole's girl
We will no longer
on a list with some rappers
My nigga put me on the Forbes (Bitch)
What up J I'm a Huncho
I'll make it rain in this bitch, need a poncho
I can get Poyo, bitch
up
Back in 2011, we blowing up
It was me, J. Cole, Mac Miller, K. Dot
Big Sean, Wiz, Gambino, T. Scott
Everybody came up from the same spot
Go! There is something wrong with me
Somethings is coming out there
I don't know it
Got to think I have to throw up
May rise a wave or flow
My
feelings away
Throw away, throw away, throw away
Throw away, throw away, throw away
And I've been up all night in my head till I fall
The thing that always
playing?
You paper, scissors, rock my heart and throw it all away
You throw it away, throw it away, th-th-throw it away
throw it away
Paper, scissors,
sur la piste, tu peux pas m'follow,
Vos chansons sentent la pisse, jmen criss,
J'me sens comme Kodak Black à Pompano,
Glee !
Pump, pump, pump it Up
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
throw it
Come on daddy if you throw it up
Ok
Alcohol and microfiber cloths
Shawty made it clap while she was cleaning it off
I seen Fenty on the side
Mary J. Blige (Blige)
Glow up, glow up
DJ Khaled
I got it, yeah, I had to get up (get up)
I still kill the game, nigga, dead up (dead up)
I
Yuh, ay
Cold like the flu, nobody sicker
You already knew
No need to be bitter
Yeah, I lose, but I am a winner
Shout-out J. Cole
We're all born
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov
(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
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