Dj Khaled - They Ready Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled - They Ready Lyrics
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[start]


[Verse 1: J. Cole]
And you know it don’t stop
Grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down
Niggas thought I was gon’ flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops
Ride around and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
Niggas know I’m takin they spot
Cause that score up on the play clock
Show just how I came from way back
Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop
Get a grip
Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip
Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch
Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Hook: Cole]
One for the money, two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever!

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Shawty look what we got
My bass beat and it knock
Got the old school in my old school
Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin doors on they drop
Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not
So when it come to snappin’, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop
Say that’s yo new car? Nigga that’s my old slab
Say that’s yo new bitch? Nigga that’s my old stab
Oh that’s yo new flow? That shit sound so trash
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol’ up, but don’t forget about Compton nigga...
One for the money, two for the show...
Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote.
And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know.
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that’s not the instrumental.
Now pick up my coat...
You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor
Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is
Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yea
Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it,
Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears
Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp ’til I break it, uh
Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge
Ain’t it...


[End]
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Champion Remix Lyrics : Chipmunk Ft. Chris Brown & J.Cole

Lyrics : Chipmunk Ft. Chris Brown & J.Cole – Champion Remix Lyrics
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[start]


[Chipmunk - Verse 1]
Team UK we on a mad ting
American girls they love my accent
Road man, rate me, affiliated for money
Yardie girls love me, affiliated with gully
Hot topic, I’m the one they wanna talk on
A thin line between love and hate is what I walk on
And every song I ever dropped was a right move
From the underground but came from the right too
You tryna blow your way over air (over air)
I’m putting power moves for the year
Type of idiot to hate before you hear
But even if you hating, it’s nothing I got your ears

[Chris Brown - Chorous]
I’m always pushing myself to the limit
making sure I stay ahead
you made me who I am, from the words you said

Some people have to learn
some people wait their turn
some people but not me
I was born a champion...

some people have to fight
some people give their lives
some people don’t believe
I was born a champion
but I was born a champion
but I was born a champion

[Chris Brown - Verse 2]
This gon be the realest shit I ever wrote
Off the record, no camera’s, forget a quote
Some of my family doing good, most doing dope
I from Virginia where they hang n-ggas by a rope
I used to see my momma getting beat down!
Is that the real definition of me now?
I fell off, back on my feet now
Headed to the sky, can’t even see down
Award shows, I poured my heart out
And people still steady trynna point my flaws out
And I’d be lying if I said it ain’t get to me
But I’m a champion, legend, history

[Chorus]

[J. Cole]
Cole World
Young Simba, story of my life
How to shine, put glory over ice
Rules made to be broken like an Oreo in life
Uni-bomber, they thought I blew up over night (bomb)
UPS plus it down
While you BS, f-ck around
I took a dollar to the city of the dreams
Called up my homiez than I put them on my team
And so we paid
And now we out in London, Oh behave
Cold World if you wonderin’, snowy days
I made it through with no heaters, f-ck the leaders
When we starving they won’t feed us
We don’t need em’....

[Chorus]

[Chipmunk - Verse 3]
Imagine you was the one, that couldn’t get a look in
couldn’t get a booking
couldn’t get a push in when you needed a shove...
or your buttons they be pushing
so now they tryna shush him
it’s only you believing in you
they turn you into a bastard than moment you rude...
attitude a little out of tune
but thats how champions move
yeah so go and get it in sunny
not everybody gets a second chance at getting money
or even getting lucky
so you gotta feel the hunger in your tummy...


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J. Cole Ft. Jay-Z – Mr. Nice Watch Lyrics

[start]

Yeah, everybody got a bad side
Drop, let me see that shit
What you say Cole ain’t hot? What!
Where you read that shit?
You believe that shit?
All cause some lame nigga tweet that shit
Have you seen my shows, have you seen my hoes?
If I wasn’t hot would they be so thick?
Guess not, got the game in a headlock
I’m blasting at, I’m laughing at you old niggas, Redd Foxx
Don’t mind me boy, I’m red hot
Umm nigga, they not,
I’m over here, I’m over there
I’m everywhere they not
(I said)
You’ll never play me, nice try
Ballin’ in the night spot
No more Mr Nice guy, hello Mr Nice watch
You don’t want no problems, put yourself in a tight spot so
You can look but don’t touch
I’ll stay on my toes like them White Sox

[Hook]
Cause it cost me a lot
My chain and my watch
They say time is money, but really it’s not
If we ever go broke girl, than time is all we got
And you can’t make that back, no you can make that back so
Lets ball while we here
Lets ball while we here
Like ain’t no tomorrow, like ain’t no next year
Drink away all our problems, make it rain with no care
Like I’ll make that back, f-ck it I’ll make that back
Go

Nice watch
Nice watch (I know)
Nice watch
No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch


[Verse 2]
Stack on black, I ain’t never been a high roller
Now its racks on racks
Never thought that I would ride Rover
But I’m back on track, add to the fact that I never really drive sober
Cole World but I’m hot as shit
Do that mean that I’m Bi-polar?
Young black and gifted, I rap like it’s Christmas eve
Coach wouldn’t let him off the bench, no wonder why they quit the team
But, I’m cut from a different sleeve
Cole World so the wrist’ll freeze
Hurry up with your pictures please
I gotta make history

[Hook]
It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch
They say time is money, but really it’s not
If we ever go broke girl, than time is all we got
And you can’t make that back, no you can’t make that back so
Lets ball while we here
Lets ball while we here
Like aint no tomorrow, like ain’t no next year
Drink away all our problems, make it rain with no care
Like I’ll make that back, f-ck it I’ll make that back
Go

Nice watch
Nice watch (I know)
Nice watch
No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch

[Jay-Z]
I got a Hublot I call it Tebow
I strap that bitch with a Gator band
Y’all niggas ball half time ya’ll niggas like the gator band
Y’all niggas need a timeout, who got these niggas all wind up
Cocksucka I’m 7.30, y’all know where you’ll niggas gon wind up
No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch
Only but a matter of time ‘fore I hit ya’ll niggas with the nice shot
Y’all niggas, better not call the law
Get no blood on my Audemar
Meaning ya’ll better not waste my time
When y’all ready I’ll take you over
Meanwhile I’m just chopping off doors
Put the front on the back cause I’m back and forth
Put the front on the back of the ‘bach like a boss
So I fronting on niggas when I’m backing off
Uh, what up Cole, show time...
Let these niggas know
Adjust ya Rollies on these muthaf-cking hoes
Whenever you ready, go!!

[Hook]
It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch
If we ever go broke, girl, then time is all we got
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)!

[End]
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Rita Ora ft. J. Cole - Love & War Lyrics

[start]

[Rita Ora]
Theres something bout you I can’t explain
You give me love and take it away
I see you like this game that we play-ay-ay-ay
And yo this fighting shit is getting too old
And you’re gon find yourself left out in the cold
It’s time to straighten up or you can move on on on on yeah

[Hook: Rita Ora (J Cole)]
(Yea, it’s something crazy 'bout the way we love to hate each other)
I don’t wanna fight anymore
(Everyday we fighting like the navy, baby maybe we can save each other)
I don’t wanna fight anymore
You go off, I go off and you mad of off nothing
I don’t wanna fight anymore
Can’t we just make love, and not war.

Baby there’s something about you
You go that good shit I don’t wanna give up
It’s too good to give it away-ay-ay-ay-ay
Yeah I’m feeling we’re just coming too close
Who’s wrong or right this is outta control
I’m not perfect but I’m tired of this bullshit
Lets move on

[Hook]

[J Cole]
White flag, ah-ahaaa-ahaah
White flag, ah-ahaaa-ahaah
I’m waving a white flag ah-ahaaa-ahaah
White flag

[Rita Ora]
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore boy
I don’t wanna fight anymore.
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore boy
I don’t wanna fight anymore.

[Hook x2]
(Yea, it’s something crazy 'bout the way we love to hate each other)
I don’t wanna fight anymore.
(Everyday we fighting like the navy, baby maybe we can save each other)
I don’t wanna fight anymore.
You go off, I go off and you mad of off nothing
I don’t wanna fight anymore.
Can’t we just make love, and not war.

[End]
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J. Cole - Grew Up Fast Lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1]
Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast,
Money falling out my pockets, I got too much cash,
Can’t fit nothing in her pockets, she got too much ass
Like, god damn, well if you must ask,
We from the school of hard knocks, but your crew cut class,
Half white but don’t think I gotta Ku Klux past
When I’m up in the V, police be fucking with me,
No sir, no license, all I got here is this fucking degree,
Move along cock-sucker, ain’t got nothing to see,
‘less you talking blockbuster, you niggas in not Russell
You more Diggy, Me, I’m more Biggie
No diss to the young boy, I’m just rapping, get bored quickly
Just to make up for that line, invite him on tour with me
Show him the game, let him finagle these whores with me
Run through their doors with me, hit the Ritz Carlton for the night
Leave ‘em there two dykes, probably change a niggas life, right?
Wattup Vanessa? I loved you that one semester
Thanks to my profession I ball’d like uncle Festor
Thinkin’ about the board I used to have above the dresser
Half the shit I wrote down. I did it, it’s old now
Got, new goals, plus my money on Manute Bol
Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows
Tired of every chick saying she models before she swallows
So I only fuck with hat tricks, bitches with a few goals

[Verse 2]
Look, look
Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is
I gotta greater purpose than a hater purpose
Imma stack paper, hustle just to relax later
Serve niggas and bring changes that’s a waiter purpose
Look how I made them nervous
Niggas is shakin’ I know they fakin’
Ok, you a killer, right,
And ms. Cleo’s Jamaican, and Bob Marley is Haitian
And me and Beyonce datin’ and Jesus Christ be hatin
But got mad love from Satan, for fucking Sanaa Lathan
While Meagan Good is waitin’
I’m the dead beat father of your little brother
In other words, god damnit, I’m a bad mother fucker
It’s Cole, it’s only right I brought back the soul
Yall got way too electro, damn near techno
Half-way homo, way too metro
Hennessy XO, Cole flows best yo!
Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row
Learn something boy, grow your ass up
Cheap nigga, if you was liquor, I’d probably throw your ass up
Matter fact, if you was grass, I’d probably mow your ass up
Last call for you old niggas gon’ pour your last cup
It’s Cole!!!

[End]
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