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j cole – quote me lyrics


“quote me”

haha uh
yeah, uh
yeah, yo
bear with a n-gg- man,
gotta a little head cold, ya know?
i’ll still kill it n-gg-
show y’all n-gg-s how it do,
real quick,

you know what they say,
the window to the soul is in the eyes,
so disrespect a n-gg-, i will close a n-gg- blind,
yeah who can hold us? super focused
shoot them hoes with the super soakers,
i got ’em so wet, f-ck that, more wet,
i’m hennessy drinking
wonder what my enemies’ thinking,
nervous? n-gg-, please.
i’m finna be caking with dough-
so much bread, it’s like a n-gg- be baking.
walk that’s so cold, this sh-t will need blankets,
money coming soon, tell my n-gg-s be patient.
we gonna replace those whips with some sicker ones,
we gonna erase them chicks for some thicker ones.
hit and run, bigger funds,
but still can’t forget to pour liquor,
as i reminisce on them n-gg-s that couldn’t come.
rest in peace, can’t control another man’s destiny,
so i do what’s best for me.
i know you think n-gg-s well, ain’t no test to me.
on my plate is a meal, ain’t no recipe- for that,
some n-gg- chill on the tech, no speak, blaaat,
some n-gg-s will put your chest to feet
i’m talking reckless.
what you expect n-gg-, i’m flexing,
y’all dyslexic, got a n-gg- twisted.
never shot a n-gg-, i don’t gotta get convicted,
cause if i say the word, your whole squad is getting lifted.
what up then? n-gg-s ain’t saying nothing? shut up then!
wouldn’t last a minute in the city i grew up in.
where i got my swag, cool as the breeze is,
chip on my shoulder, i walk like i’m jesus.
about that paper, we could give a f-ck if you believe us,
looking for model divas that barely speak english,
f-ck ’em while we rich, cause when we broke, they gonna leave us,
we earn stripes, looking like zebras,
y’all looking like adidas.
we do it for the streets, cause they need us,
got beef? come meet us.
ok i thought so,
y’all n-gg-s are so mad cause i floss so bad on b-tches,
and with this stroke, i’m pic-sso,
n-gg-s told me good afaso,
now she yelling out god so much, thought i had her singing gospel.
sh-t, shout out to my apostle,
sh-t, you know me, nicest n-gg- in the south,
yea you can quote me!
wooo sh-t!
ooooh sh-t, mother f-cker!
oohh sh-t,
and i’m sick b-tch, holla at me!
you know!
f-ck boy!