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H.Y.B. (feat. Bas & Central Cee)

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Listen, baby

I've got news

I've got bad news for you

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side

Bitches flock like TMZ everytime we come outside

Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah

Bagged your b***h in my slide, yeah

Pray the dogs never die, yeah

42 come alive, yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife

I'm allergic to cap

I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen

You'll never see me in Giuseppe

I find 'em tacky, look what I'm stepping in

Some s**t I designed, but Italians callin' 'em Indy 5000s

Or maybe 500

I kick the door down, if I want it and niggas won't let me in (let me in), uh

My career in a nutshell, these bums never did nothin' but fail

They gon' see I'm the one when the dust settles

They gon' see I'm the one

A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P

That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?", uh

I never been known to take those

Your girl saw me and her face froze

You better be lucky I'm faithful

Please test me, I ace those

My money been growin' like eight fold, uh

You know how I hate goals

I can't tell if they turning green from the envy

Or is it the fake gold? (uh)

I move through the street one deep, I keep forgettin' I'm J. Cole

I feel like a regular nigga, I just got a very irregular bankroll

Word to Puma, I've been gettin' Pesos

My account like the end of a rainbow

Everytime that I spit it's a flame throw

Me, Bas, and Central is NATO

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side

Bitches flock like TMZ everytime we come outside

Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah (skrrt)

Bagged your b***h in my slide, yeah

Pray the dogs never die, yeah

42 come alive, yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife

Lord forgive me as I'm a sinner

The way that I live, I'm preparing for hell

I don't know why you're mad, you should probably thank me

'Cause I been airin' your girl

If I get some top, we can take the chase 'cause we know the area well

Thank God I'm not far off a 100 Ms

I gotta thank Ron Perry as well

I don't even know why they stepped in the ring

A few seconds in and they're throwin' the towel in

When we pull into the town

Neighbours sayin', "How the hell they get them houses?"

Now I'm in some different locations

I don't even know how to pronounce them

Award shows, I bring my pouch in, I ain't even pullin' out my

I can't get packed by TMZ, tryna fit for things in the G63

I'ma give one thing to my bro YG

I'ma handle the rest and jeet all three

The back so big and we all gassed up

How the f*ck did she fit in them Diesel jeans?

I can't compete 'cause they ain't in my league

Oh, please, it ain't even a equal beef

At least hit man in the abdominal, bro

It don't even count if below the knee

Block life, chillin' with a horrible ho

She gonna get down and blow the team

Me and the guys was borrowing clothes

Like, "Bro, let me hold that coat this week"

Now it's after hours, I've shutdown Harrods

I bring out the AmEx and go on a spree

And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side

Bitches flock like TMZ everytime we come outside

Called a Uber SUV, how many gon' fit inside? Yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife, yeah

Bagged your b***h in my slide, yeah

Pray the dogs never die, yeah

42 come alive, yeah

Hide your bitch, hide your wife

H.Y.B. (feat. Bas & Central Cee) โดย J. Cole/Bas/Central Cee – เนื้อเพลง & คัฟเวอร์