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点击复制Blow for Blow (feat. J. Cole) (Explicit) - Tee Grizzley/J. Cole
Lyrics by：Terry Wallace Sanchez/Jermaine Cole
Produced by：Pi'erre Bourne
Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here
Uh
Blow for blow Cole flow just prestigious
Sweats and tees no unnecessary accessories the GOAT just from features
Proceed with throat-cut procedures
He look rich but he broke just egregious
Don't trust rappers ho trust in Jesus
Whole team approach Costa Rica
And coast on boats gettin' throat from top models
They pop **** my clique pop bottles
I sip orange juice in the VIP watchin' the clock tick
Perform a couple of hits and then I dip
Six figures richer than when I entered
Cole world Mr. I Got a Temper
I stay hot doin' numbers like K-Pop
BTS in the flesh while they flop
And I laugh all the way to the Deutsche bank
Stay the **** out my lane avoid the paint
I'm really him Bruce Jenner boy just ain't
I'm boisterous loud boos for crews from mad voices
It's like your team's makin' the choice to take
L after L I got to laugh
Y'all look like James Todd Smith autograph
Maybe that's why your ***** dropped the math
Go against the squad and get chopped in half
Now who hot
Who not
Who
Tell me who flopped
Who sell out the tours
Me
Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors
Who go harder than them and never let off before
Me
Who got your w***e pokin' her head out the door
Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores
Me
Life's a ***** I'm rich 'til I divorce
Yeah
If the **** go left I'm pullin' bread out the floor
GG
Okay chain nastier than cow manure bust down my shooter
Saw more wires than a bomb defuser
Take a jet to the jungle was healin' my soul
I done seen my niggas froze filled up with embalmin' fluid
I still did numbers in this game
I did
Only thing changed is the tail numbers on the plane
Jet
Retired d**g dealer bust chain watch plain
I don't do d**gs but baby I don't judge do your thing
That's all you
I'm a king you won't see me drop no tears
Uh-uh
Back-to-back white coupes ***** it's lookin' like veneers
White
Came in this game thinkin' niggas was my peers
**** damn near broke my heart
I ain't know they was that weird
Lame-a*s niggas
Niggas give you they word they be breakin' that so easily
Damn
Can't do that in streets 'cause eventually you seein' me
What's up
That's why I be in the crib gamin' on DND
'Cause you can't play with me
And I not let you see the beast in me
****
Cole say in Fayetteville they go"Ayy ayy ayy"
What up
Fact he **** me with me like that it make up for them rainy days
No cap
Can't be on the court NBA coach'll take my game away
Which one
Catch you on that freeway we reenacting Training Day
Brrt
You hear me
Who ain't rockin' with me
Tell 'em to start from zero then make it out of the D
Go do that
Remember bein' young seein' pops rockin' up kis
Bricks
Saw bodies on streets now I'm tryna put bodies in seats
Let's go on tour
You hear me
Hold up who ain't rockin' with me
Who
Tell 'em to play with they life fumble they college degree
Go do that
Tell 'em to face all that time and still be solid as me
Go do that
Do years in prison and drop a hit the day I release
Go do that nigga
You hear me
Ayy unc' I got ahead of them niggas
I should've listened
I turned back and tried to rescue them niggas
Should've listened
Sick you started hatin' 'cause I got ahead of you nigga
*****
I ain't trippin' that **** ain't gon' stop this cheddar my nigga
You hear me
G7
Now who hot
Who not
Yeah
Tell me who flopped
Who sell out the tours
Me
Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors
Who go harder than them and never let off before
Me
Who got your w***e pokin' her head out the door
Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores
Me
Life's a ***** I'm rich 'til I divorce
Yeah
If the **** go left I'm pullin' bread out the floor
Now who hot
Who not
Yeah
Tell me who flopped
Who sell out the tours
Me
Who rap with trap niggas that wet up your doors
Who go harder than them and never let off before
Me
Who got your w***e pokin' her head out the door
Gettin' paid every week like he did all his chores
Me
Life's a ***** I'm rich 'til I divorce
Yeah
If the **** go left I'm pullin' bread out the floor