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G.O.M.D.

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Intro

Hollywood Cole, go

Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole, go

My nigga done went Hollywood

Verse 1

You wanna know just where I'm at?

Well, let me tell you 'bout it

I put my city on the map

But let me tell you 'bout it

They tryna say I can't come back

Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it

Man, fuck them niggas, I come back

Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it

I wanna tell you 'bout it:

Heads up, e'rybody run

Cole outside and he say he got a gun

Niggas like, "Man, that's what e'rybody said" (Uh-huh)

Go and pop the trunk and now e'rybody dead

E'rybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is better (Better)

All my bitches the pick of the litter (Yeah), never bitter

Niggas is fake, they anime

Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah

Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake (Cake), uh

Fuck good, nigga, we demand great (Great)

Order Domino then she take off all her cloth'

Nigga, you know how it go, make the pizza man wait (Hol' up! Hol' up! Hol' up!)

The best-kept secret

Even Hov tried to keep it then I leaked the damn tape, uh

Rest in peace any nigga want beef

Secret service couldn't keep the man safe

Refrain

I said, to the window, to the wall (To the wall)

My nigga ride when I call (I call)

Got bitches all on my mind (My mind)

Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine)

I know the reason you feel a lil' way

I know just who you wan' be

So every day I thank the Man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Chorus

Get off my dick

Woah (Get the fuck off my dick)

Get off my dick

Woah (Get the fuck off my dick, nigga)

Get off my dick (Bitch)

Woah (Get the fuck off my dick)

Get off my dick

Woah

Bridge

Man, fuck them niggas, I come home

And I don't tell nobody

They gettin' temporary dough

And I don't tell nobody

Lord, will you tell me if I changed?

I won't tell nobody

I wanna go back to Jermaine

And I won't tell nobody

Interlude

This is the part that the thugs skip!

Verse 2

Young nigga never had love, you know

Foot massage, back rub shit

Blowin' bubbles in the bathtub shit

That is until I met you

Together we done watched years go by

Seen a river of your tears go by

Got me thinkin' 'bout some kids, still I

Tell them hoes come through, the break-up

Get to know somebody and you really learn

A lot about 'em, won't be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em

Tell yourself you're better off without 'em

Then in time, you will find can't walk without 'em

Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em

Came here together, you can't leave without 'em

So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em

On your Amerie, it's just 1 Thing about 'em, it's called love

Niggas don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

(No more), no more

It's called love

Niggas don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

(Nigga, don't sing about this shit, nigga)

But e'ry nigga in the club singin'

Refrain

To the window, to the wall (To the wall)

My nigga ride when I call (I call)

Got bitches all on my mind (My mind)

Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine)

I know the reason you feel a lil' way

I know just who you wan' be

So every day I thank the Man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Bridge

Get off my dick

But e'ry nigga in the club singin'

Singin' this song, yeah

Got all the bitches in the club singin'

Singin' this song, yeah

And all the mamas let their kids sing it

Sing this song, yeah

The baby mamas and the mistresses

This song, yeah, song, yeah

Song, yeah, song-song, yeah

Verse 3

The make up

This shit is retarded

Goddamn

Why every rich Black nigga gotta be famous?

Why every broke Black nigga gotta be brainless?

Uh, that's a stereotype

Driven by some people up in Aerial Heights, here's a scenario:

Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio

Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show

Yeah, fuck nigga, I'm very sure

Heh

Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out

When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South

When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West

You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out

Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out

That go for all y'all if I left niggas out

This shit for e'rybody on my testicle

Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

Produced by J. Cole

[Directed by Lawrence Lamont]

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