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J. Cole Reveals “The Off-Season” Release Date & Album Cover Art


J. Cole is in The Off-Season mode.

The highly anticipated album will be released on May 14th, according to the latest announcement from the Dreamville rapper. J. Cole has been teasing the album The Off Season for the past few weeks, but this is the most conclusive message we have to date that the project is finally coming. He highlighted his long absence, saying that the album has been years in the works.

“Just know this was years in the making,” Cole tweeted on Tuesday (May 4th) while sharing the cover art of himself standing beside a burning basketball hoop. “My new album The Off-Season available everywhere 5/14.”

Fans are already trying to decode the burning hoop. Last week Friday (April 30th), J. Cole gave fans a rare update on the project via his Instagram Story. Needless to say, he appears quite upbeat about what he heard, saying, “Just rode through the city to The Off-Season. Dawg… Too excited.”

Just know this was years in the making.

My new album The Off-Season available everywhere 5/14 pic.twitter.com/aBw4po8fvx

— J. Cole (@JColeNC) May 4, 2021

The Off-Season is the follow-up to J. Cole’s 2018 album KOD, which saw huge commercial success despite not a single feature being on the album. It will be interesting to see if this project will have any guest features. Don’t hold your breath for that either.

KOD has since been certified Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) after selling more than a million copies by the end of 2018.

RELATED: J. Cole Announces ‘The Fall Off’ Mixtape Ahead Of New Album & Retirement

The Off-Season is perhaps the most anticipated hip-hop album this year, along with Drake’s forthcoming project, Certified Lover Boy, which has yet to receive a release date. This is shaping up to be a clash of the titans as both Drake and J. Cole have been at the top of the game over the past decade, although we can argue Drizzy more so than any other rapper.

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J. Cole Announces ‘The Fall Off’ Mixtape Ahead Of New Album & Retirement


J. Cole announced he’s planning to release “The Fall Off” mixtape ahead of his new album and possible retirement from rap.

Following J. Cole’s surprise announcement via Instagram yesterday, December 29, of how he’s going to release new music, fans have been speculating that he’s getting ready to hang up his gloves. Many suspects that “The Fall Off” may be his last album and part of a retirement plan.

While they were happy that Cole revealed that he has multiple projects which he is pursuing, many felt that the caption of the post is him hinting that he’s going to make his exit from the genre. It certainly has raised eyebrows. He said, “I still got some goals I gotta check off for’ I scram…”

He makes the post alongside a photo with a list titled “The Fall Off Era.” Under the title, there is a list including the words “Features” and “ROTD3,” which are crossed out, suggesting that these projects are done. Under these names, he lists “The Off Season,” “It’s a Boy,” and “The Fall Off,” which could mean these are the last three albums he intends to work on.

“The Fall Off” is not a new idea from Cole, who first revealed it when it featured as the final track of his most recent album KOD back in 2018. Fans were expecting new music from him this year, but he revealed that the coronavirus delayed the progress of that album. He’s released two singles this year called “The Climb Back” and “Lion King on Ice.”

Fans commenting on the post demanded answers, and others expressed shock at what they had interpreted to be the artist’s last few albums. This fan said, “What the f*&k does this mean Cole,” this fan said, “WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN,” and another fan added, “We aint gonna let you scram wym lol.” He’s holding his cards close to his chest so we’ll all just have to wait and see.

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Chris Brown – Holding Me (Devil) Lyrics


[Intro]
Drumma Boy
Look, look, uh

[Chrous]
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back

[Verse]
Man, like last night I O.D
Every day is like KOD
Same shit tonight
Champagne on me
Man, what the hell is wrong with me?
A nigga too fly to be in the club
Bad bitches scheming
But I’m never gon’ pay to fuck, right
Just look at all these fake ass superficials
Probation over, I’m registering two pistols
You niggas make me sick
Blowing like a fuckin’ whistle
I’m tired of glorifying niggas I ain’t fuckin with
Real dough, I’m ’bout it
My hands right and my circle small
Nigga, back up, I feel proud
I’m still spending money from that first Chris Brown
And I’m smoking, feeling clouded
I’m elevating my flight mileage
Frustrated, we made it
Fuck you, nigga, I’m gon’ stay wildin’

[Chrous]
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I keep on walking
‘Cause love is like a mile away
Hear people talking
But I don’t listen to shit they say
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back
I’m smoking this blunt
I don’t give a fuck if the devil is holding me back


Meek Mill – Dreams And Nightmares lyrics


[Intro]
Ain’t this what they’ve been waitin’ for?
You ready? Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh*t
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game, and I said: “Yeah, I do.”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, ‘fore them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m a artist
No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin’, f*ckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’
Anything for a dollar, they tell me “Get ’em!”, I got ’em
I did it without an album
I did sh*t with Mariah
Lil’ nigga, I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I’m flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari – hater, rest in peace
Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big it can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout my niggas, then what you talkin’ ’bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, f*ck nigga!

[BEAT CHANGE]

[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a minute! Y’all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin, y’all thought it was rented?
Flexin’ on these niggas: I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million cash, then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo my new bitch, but she don’t ride like my Ghost
I’m ridin’ around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
‘Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
‘Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they f*ck around and get killed
You f*ck around, you f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
‘Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t f*ck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young niggas that’s rollin’, I got niggas throwin’ B’s
I done did the DOA’s, I done did the KOD’s
Every time I’m in that bitch I get to throwin’ 30 G’s
But now I’m hangin’ out that drop head, I’m ridin’ down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin’
We young niggas and we mobbin’, like Batman and we robbin’
This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin’
I’m that real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?
If you ain’t about that murder game then, n*gger nigga, shut up!
If you diss me in your raps, I’ll get yo’ n*gger-ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood; no, that tour life ain’t good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock
And they be throwin’ dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I’m the king of my city ‘cause I’m still callin’ them shots
And these lames talkin’ that bullsh*t the same niggas that flopped
I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on me
Still on that hood sh*t, my Rolls-Royce on E
They gon’ remember me, I say remember me
So much money, have your friends turn into enemies
And when there’s beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40, ain’t no 10 a key
Hold up! Broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my dick?
It was somethin’ about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I’m gone


G-Eazy – Guala Lyrics


[Intro: DJ Carnage]
I like the guala guala part
Ayy, see, yeah, you hear them diamonds bitch
(Yeah) You hear them diamonds bitch
I’m, I’m worth, I’m worth forty five million
(Yeah) Me and G together, we’re worth three hundred million
He got more money than me ’cause he’s white
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah
Me and Carnage
Guala guala, yeah

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Guala, guala, guala guala
I’m livin’ like it’s no tomorrow
Don’t loan my style, won’t let you borrow
You thirsty, have a glass of water
I’m killing these beats, there’ll be more dead
I put my dick on her forehead
Less conversation and more head
Emergency, this is a code red
Guala, guala, guala guala
She said her name but I forgot it
I seen it, liked it, so I copped it
If you ain’t talkin’ money, change the topic
Afterparty in the hills
She want Vodka and pills
She so numb she don’t feel
Always stay active, we stay in the field
Man, god damn it’s too real
Crazy, Amityville

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Thirty rack, Thiry rack homie)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 2: DJ Carnage]
Guala guala on my dick
Guala guala on your bitch, bitch
Guala guala on my wrist
Diamonds lookin’ like piss
Forty hoes on my dick, huh
Fifty hoes on my dick, woah
Sixty hoes on my dick, woah
God damn, a nigga rich, bing
Bitch Cuban, she don’t talk a lot
All she knows is to fuck a lot
She break it down for a nigga
She shoot a nigga if you talk a lot
‘Cause I’m bad to the bone
All diamonds, straight froze
If you fuck with my nigga
I’mma have to let it go

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Me and Carnage, we don’t lose
I don’t chase, I go choose
I drink water, I drink booze
Fresh clothes, new shoes
Aw this shit is [?]
Get money out a bitch is my J-O-B
I just smoke, drink, stay lowkey
God damn these bitches stay on G
I’m baffled the fuck boy that hate on me
I give the game that they don’t see
If they know me, they don’t pay no fee
I’m the weather channel man at KOD
It’s lit like a matchbook
If she [?] with an [?]
And if I take her out in front of you
She comin’, she don’t come with you
Mmm, that’s a bad look

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Bridge: Spoken]
Ayy look, I don’t care what anybody tells you about money
I hear all these guys saying, man, money don’t matter
If you follow the money, if you just work for money
Oh my god, you’re going to fail
Let me tell you something
Go get that money
Go chase that money
Hahaha

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Go get that money)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
(Go chase that)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah


G – Eazy & Carnage – Guala (feat. Thirty Rack)


[Intro: DJ Carnage]
I like the guala guala part
Ayy, see, yeah, you hear them diamonds bitch
(Yeah) You hear them diamonds bitch
I’m, I’m worth, I’m worth forty five million
(Yeah) Me and G together, we’re worth three hundred million
He got more money than me ’cause he’s white
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah
Me and Carnage
Guala guala, yeah

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Guala, guala, guala guala
I’m livin’ like it’s no tomorrow
Don’t loan my style, won’t let you borrow
You thirsty, have a glass of water
I’m killing these beats, there’ll be more dead
I put my dick on her forehead
Less conversation and more head
Emergency, this is a code red
Guala, guala, guala guala
She said her name but I forgot it
I seen it, liked it, so I copped it
If you ain’t talkin’ money, change the topic
Afterparty in the hills
She want Vodka and pills
She so numb she don’t feel
Always stay active, we stay in the field
Man, god damn it’s too real
Crazy, Amityville

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Thirty rack, Thiry rack homie)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 2: DJ Carnage]
Guala guala on my dick
Guala guala on your bitch, bitch
Guala guala on my wrist
Diamonds lookin’ like piss
Forty hoes on my dick, huh
Fifty hoes on my dick, woah
Sixty hoes on my dick, woah
God damn, a nigga rich, bing
Bitch Cuban, she don’t talk a lot
All she knows is to fuck a lot
She break it down for a nigga
She shoot a nigga if you talk a lot
‘Cause I’m bad to the bone
All diamonds, straight froze
If you fuck with my nigga
I’mma have to let it go

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Me and Carnage, we don’t lose
I don’t chase, I go choose
I drink water, I drink booze
Fresh clothes, new shoes
Aw this shit is [?]
Get money out a bitch is my J-O-B
I just smoke, drink, stay lowkey
God damn these bitches stay on G
I’m baffled the fuck boy that hate on me
I give the game that they don’t see
If they know me, they don’t pay no fee
I’m the weather channel man at KOD
It’s lit like a matchbook
If she [?] with an [?]
And if I take her out in front of you
She comin’, she don’t come with you
Mmm, that’s a bad look

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Bridge: Spoken]
Ayy look, I don’t care what anybody tells you about money
I hear all these guys saying, man, money don’t matter
If you follow the money, if you just work for money
Oh my god, you’re going to fail
Let me tell you something
Go get that money
Go chase that money
Hahaha

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Go get that money)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
(Go chase that)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah


Guala – G-Eazy feat. Thirty Rack lyrics


Lyrics G-Eazy – Guala

I like the guala gualaa part
Ayy, see, yeah, you hear them diamonds b*tch
(Yeah) You hear them diamonds b*tch
I’m, I’m worth, I’m worth forty five million
(Yeah) Me and G together, we’re worth three hundred million
He got more money than me ’cause he’s white
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh.

Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woahhh
Your b*tch is cashin’.

And she want the gualaaaa gualaaaa
And she like the gualaaaa gualaaaa
And she want the gualaaaa gualaaaa
And she like the gualaaaa gualaaaa
Guala gualaa, gualaa gualaa
Gualaaa gualaaaa, yeah gualaaaa gualaaaa, yeah
Gualaaa gualaaaa, yeah
Me and Carnage
Gualaaa gualaaaa, yeah.

Gualaaa, gualaa, gualaa gualaaaa
I’m livin’ like it’s no tomorrow
Don’t loan my style, won’t let you borrow
You thirsty, have a glass of water
I’m killing these beats, there’ll be more dead
I put my d*ck on her forehead
Less conversation and more head
Emergency, this is a code red
Guala, gualaa, gualaa gualaa
She said her name but I forgot it
I seen it, liked it, so I copped it
If you ain’t talkin’ money, change the topic
Afterparty in the hills versuri-lyrics.info
She want Vodka and pills
She so numb she don’t feel
Always stay active, we stay in the field
Man, god damn it’s too real
Crazy, Amityville.

Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your b*tch is cashin’.

And she want the gualaa gualaa
And she like the gualaa gualaa
And she want the gualaa gualaa
And she like the gualaa gualaa
Guala gualaa, gualaa gualaa
Guala gualaa, yeah gualaa gualaa, yeah
(Thirty rack, Thiry rack homie)
Guala gualaa, yeah, gualaa gualaa, yeah

Guala gualaa on my d*ck
Guala gualaa on your b*tch, b*tch
Guala gualaa on my wrist
Diamonds lookin’ like piss
Forty hoes on my d*ck, huh
Fifty hoes on my d*ck, woah
Sixty hoes on my d*ck, woah
God damn, a nigga rich, bing
b*tch Cuban, she don’t talk a lot
All she knows is to f*ck a lot
She break it down for a nigga
She shoot a nigga if you talk a lot
‘Cause I’m bad to the bone
All diamonds, straight froze
If you f*ck with my nigga
I’mma have to let it go.

Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your b*tch is cashin’.

And she want the gualaa gualaa
And she like the gualaa gualaa
And she want the gualaa gualaa
And she like the gualaa gualaa
Gualaaa gualaa, gualaa gualaa
Guala gualaa, yeah gualaa gualaa, yeah
Guala gualaa, yeah, gualaa gualaa, yeah
Guala gualaa, yeah, gualaa gualaa, yeah

Me and Carnage, we don’t lose
I don’t chase, I go choose
I drink water, I drink booze
Fresh clothes, new shoes
Aw this shit is ..
Get money out a b*tch is my J-O-B
I just smoke, drink, stay lowkey
God damn these b*tches stay on G
I’m baffled the f*ck boy that hate on me
I give the game that they don’t see
If they know me, they don’t pay no fee
I’m the weather channel man at KOD
It’s lit like a matchbook
If she .. with an ..
And if I take her out in front of you
She comin’, she don’t come with you
Mmm, that’s a bad look.

Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your b*tch is cashin’

Ayy look, I don’t care what anybody tells you about money
I hear all these guys saying, man, money don’t matter
If you follow the money, if you just work for money
Oh my god, you’re going to fail
Let me tell you something
Go get that money
Go chase that money
Hahahaaa.

And she want the gualaa gualaa
And she like the gualaa gualaa
And she want the gualaa gualaa
And she like the gualaa gualaa
Guala gualaa, gualaa gualaa
Guala gualaa, yeah gualaa gualaa, yeah
(Go get that money)
Guala gualaa, yeah, gualaa gualaa, yeah
(Go chase that)
Guala gualaa, yeah, gualaa gualaa, yeahhh.
G-Eazy lyrics
Video G-Eazy


Tech N9ne – Poisoning The Well (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)


[Hook: Athena Pasutti]
Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah
You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter
I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Sincerely
Man I love this music thing severely
But it seems some don’t wanna feel me clearly
I’m the L in salmon, they can’t hear me
So I had to work up to not giving a fuck
But the people thought I was evil
I was brought up at the steeple but they trust it not
But turn and tell a killa that he must kick rocks
When he bust it lots
And you will get a couple in ya muffin top
Me popping will be they D-day
‘Cause they can’t say the shit he say
Everyone don’t have a tongue like a gun
They not trying to be running no relay
Sat in hell for a whole lot of years
Bread and tales I got a whole lot of cheers
Sold out shows, so bout those, foes doubt flows but bros oughta hear
Change in the making
Deep in the midwest something insane been a-baking
They claiming a nation with brain innovation
Surrounding everyone with the Strange integration

[Hook: Athena Pasutti]
Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah
You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter
I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Something strange in the agua
When everybody sound like blah-blah
Put the KOD in the pot and he nod
But the God no more rides well Tecca Nina saga
Someway the killa is getting twisted into the mainstream
Gangrene sick of hits again
I can flip from the rip come and sip the sin
That’s my dirty water worser than Flint, Michigan
They don’t wanna see my progress
But you can’t stop or tell it that’s God blessed
Over the years I showed ’em with my I guest
To a handsome mansion and from the projects
Wayne Minor, insane kinda, in the brain I’m a strange rhymer
Always been a change the game grinder
Poison the well
You can tell that, this boy’s been in Hell
I’ma joy when inhaled
I’m the reason why everybody cheesin’
I got ’em even making noise in the jail
If everybody had to do what I do
They’d have flows coming out the wazoo
And let the god spew
Alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

[Hook: Athena Pasutti]
Poisoning the well
Y’all gon’ hear me, oh yeah
You’re on me, final days have only been going through Hell
So drink it up with no filter
I give you my drummer
So if you don’t get it, don’t get it
Well then you can’t live it, I’m livin’
See, I’m an old man as funky as my last, ’cause
Don’t blame my gifts, just fill your glass up


French Montana – Two Times (MC4 Album) letras

October 15, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Wait for it, wait for it, right
Wait for it, wait for it, skrr
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 1]
Used to dust ’em off and pass ’em to Chinx
Fuck me like an animal, I buy you mase
We ain’t work for that, nah we can’t do that
Black rose in the concrete grew where the pavement at
Two hoes want my eyes, be like “where the payment at?”
Two hoes, three dice, we was shakin’ that
It is what it is man, God rolled it
She gonna deep throat with her eyes open, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Talk about me and my bitch
Me and Cash in the Lamb’, we got two chains
Came from the bottom like loose change
Jumpin’ on these niggas, 23
She jabbin’ on these suckers for her fee
They know the dope real on the real though
She got her legs open like field goal, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
I came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 2]
Dippin’ through the corners, gotta stick and move
Catch me in that trap, watch me make a move
Blowin’ hundreds like Chyna back in KOD
Sunday I’ma live, Monday hell week
Back to back Wraiths, bitch the Holy Ghost
Blowin’ smoke, sippin’ Hen’ till I overdose, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
I’ma lie to the law, hand on the Bible
Straight fill the cash, clash me the title
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Besides the main bitch takin’ everyone
I’m dippin’ through the lane baby, and 1
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times




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