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Cole performing G.O.M.D. © 2014 Roc Nation Records, LLC. 24 COMMENTS Since i meet him he has fukd every relationship up for me but i could miss a meal ax lynette cito Reply I grow up with this song Reply Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Hollywood Cole Go 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 Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me 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 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 This is the part that the thugs skip Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch 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 learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath 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 I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing To the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But ain't a nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah The make up This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure 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 LA I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho Reply Suzi keys sports suzi trujillo Reply 🔥😎🖤🖤🖤 Reply Beware those who have had everything taken from them. For they truly have nothing left to lose. Reply woahh how have I not heard this one. this is going to be played in the car in the morning and I have no where to go either. Reply " Reply J YOU NEED TO TALK YO SHIT ON THAT VEEZE TRACK “GOMD” Reply Still here '23 Reply This track and album is just a gift for a lifetime Reply To all the prominent boxers who read my posts but don’t help me connect with my family, GOMD Reply These songs would always remind me of early high school times, I had such a great time during that era and his songs are bangers. YOUNG SIMBA Reply Heard this song like 200 times but this is the first time I see the video. I'm crying (literally) on how good is it. Everything, is so good Reply Always listened to this song, different realize t was this long coz its so damn good to listen too Reply It's crazy to think white people owned another man Reply Thanks j Reply My My Oh my Reply Hollywood Cole really outdid his self on this one , I'm getting 13 yrs a slave vibes off this video Reply Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Hollywood Cole Go 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 Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me 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 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 This is the part that the thugs skip Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch 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 learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath 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 I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing To the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But ain't a nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah The make up This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure 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 LA I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho Reply Masterpiece isn't the word!!!… To be the greatest you have to speak it … These are the words of the truth!!… Salute!!!!…. Reply I needed to hear this. Reply 8 years is crazy Reply One of the best lyricists of all time.J. Cole go in soo hard on this right here, straight up BANGAAA! Even though he just be using AUTHENTIC VIEWS that it dont change the fact that he is a really talented artist. Thumbs up who agree with me. Reply LEAVE A REPLY Cancel reply Please enter your comment! Please enter your name here You have entered an incorrect email address! Please enter your email address here Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Δ
Since i meet him he has fukd every relationship up for me but i could miss a meal ax lynette cito Reply
Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Hollywood Cole Go 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 Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me 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 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 This is the part that the thugs skip Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch 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 learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath 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 I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing To the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But ain't a nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah The make up This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure 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 LA I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho Reply
Beware those who have had everything taken from them. For they truly have nothing left to lose. Reply
woahh how have I not heard this one. this is going to be played in the car in the morning and I have no where to go either. Reply
These songs would always remind me of early high school times, I had such a great time during that era and his songs are bangers. YOUNG SIMBA Reply
Heard this song like 200 times but this is the first time I see the video. I'm crying (literally) on how good is it. Everything, is so good Reply
Always listened to this song, different realize t was this long coz its so damn good to listen too Reply
Hollywood Cole really outdid his self on this one , I'm getting 13 yrs a slave vibes off this video Reply
Hollywood Cole Go Ay Hollywood Hollywood Cole Go 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 Ay let me tell you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come back Ay let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Hands up, everybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's what everybody say" Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead Everybody scared of the nigga Aware that the nigga is better All my bitches the pick of the litter Never bitter Niggas is faker than anime Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake Fuck good nigga we demand great Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait The best kept secret Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any nigga want beef Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me 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 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 This is the part that the thugs skip Young nigga never had love You know, foot massage, back rub shit Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watch 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 learn a lot about 'em When we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breath 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 I don't sing about this shit no more) But there a nigga in the club singing To the window, to the wall My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way I know just who you wan' be So everyday I thank the man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my dick But ain't a nigga in the club singing Singing this song yeah Got all the bitches in the club singing Singing this song yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses Singing this song yeah Song yeah, song song yeah The make up This shit is retarded Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure 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 LA I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for everybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho Reply
Masterpiece isn't the word!!!… To be the greatest you have to speak it … These are the words of the truth!!… Salute!!!!…. Reply
One of the best lyricists of all time.J. Cole go in soo hard on this right here, straight up BANGAAA! Even though he just be using AUTHENTIC VIEWS that it dont change the fact that he is a really talented artist. Thumbs up who agree with me. Reply
Since i meet him he has fukd every relationship up for me but i could miss a meal ax lynette cito
I grow up with this song
Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go
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
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them nigga I come back
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
Everybody scared of the nigga
Aware that the nigga is better
All my bitches the pick of the litter
Never bitter
Niggas is faker than anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good nigga we demand great
Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe
I said to the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
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
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
This is the part that the thugs skip
Young nigga never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
That is until I met you
Together we done watch 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 learn a lot about 'em
When we long for you, start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you better off without 'em
Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breath 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 I don't sing about this shit no more)
But there a nigga in the club singing
To the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
Get off my dick
But ain't a nigga in the club singing
Singing this song yeah
Got all the bitches in the club singing
Singing this song yeah
And all they mamas let their kids sing it
Sing this song yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
Singing this song yeah
Song yeah, song song yeah
The make up
This shit is retarded
Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous
Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
That's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show
Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure
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 LA I'm the best in the West
You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out
Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for everybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
Suzi keys sports suzi trujillo
🔥😎🖤🖤🖤
Beware those who have had everything taken from them. For they truly have nothing left to lose.
woahh how have I not heard this one. this is going to be played in the car in the morning and I have no where to go either.
"
J YOU NEED TO TALK YO SHIT ON THAT VEEZE TRACK “GOMD”
Still here '23
This track and album is just a gift for a lifetime
To all the prominent boxers who read my posts but don’t help me connect with my family, GOMD
These songs would always remind me of early high school times, I had such a great time during that era and his songs are bangers. YOUNG SIMBA
Heard this song like 200 times but this is the first time I see the video. I'm crying (literally) on how good is it. Everything, is so good
Always listened to this song, different realize t was this long coz its so damn good to listen too
It's crazy to think white people owned another man
Thanks j
My
My
Oh my
Hollywood Cole really outdid his self on this one , I'm getting 13 yrs a slave vibes off this video
Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go
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
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them nigga I come back
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
Everybody scared of the nigga
Aware that the nigga is better
All my bitches the pick of the litter
Never bitter
Niggas is faker than anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good nigga we demand great
Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe
I said to the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
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
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
This is the part that the thugs skip
Young nigga never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
That is until I met you
Together we done watch 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 learn a lot about 'em
When we long for you, start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you better off without 'em
Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breath 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 I don't sing about this shit no more)
But there a nigga in the club singing
To the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
Get off my dick
But ain't a nigga in the club singing
Singing this song yeah
Got all the bitches in the club singing
Singing this song yeah
And all they mamas let their kids sing it
Sing this song yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
Singing this song yeah
Song yeah, song song yeah
The make up
This shit is retarded
Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous
Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
That's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show
Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure
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 LA I'm the best in the West
You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out
Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for everybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
Masterpiece isn't the word!!!… To be the greatest you have to speak it … These are the words of the truth!!… Salute!!!!….
I needed to hear this.
8 years is crazy
One of the best lyricists of all time.
J. Cole go in soo hard on this right here, straight up BANGAAA! Even though he just be using AUTHENTIC VIEWS that it dont change the fact that he is a really talented artist. Thumbs up who agree with me.