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

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

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)

J. Cole - Cosmic Kev Freestyle Lyrics

J. Cole - Cosmic Kev Freestyle Lyrics

It took me all day to find some inspiration
It just hit me like a ton of bricks no renovation
Problem with the game now, there aint no innovation
I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation
And they say that’s flattering but I aint flattered at all
Matter fact y’all need to practice that more
See my man Nate, ask me if I gain weight, I said nah
My pockets got fatter, that’s all
Money was an issue but now that that’s solved, I ball, I ball
Like Kobe in the fall
Put trophies on my wall, rather trophies on my man
And dog, my shows be off the handle
Take the proceeds, go to gamble, ha
Bet it all black, and pray I quadruple my salary
If I win maybe then I can pay Sallie Mae
Told her I be dealing with some real life shit
She be asking when, bitch, when I feel like it
Cole World, Cole life, Cole blooded
I be on my shit and look at all the hoes love it
Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club staring at me
How that feel? Very happy

Cole World, Boy, check the degree’s
These lil n-ggas is trash go and get the Febreeze
That’s why I blew up on you sucka’s all thats left is debris
One soldier’s all that’s left is fatigues
Act like you know me boy, I’m Kobe
How the f-ck you gon step in my league
Rapping bout bullshit, your message fatigue
Played out, phoney n-gga probably only got arrested for weed
and out here talking that dime shit
Dom Perignon shit
Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn shit
Grown cause I own shit
This is what you won’t get
Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms
I’m a wizard, I’m a don and I put this on my mom
I’m offended, I’m appalled
If y’all ain’t bowing
Claim you a monster but y’all aint growling
Claim you a beast, why y’all aint howling?
‘Bout as sweet as a jumper on the gay Ray Allen
I’m ’bout f-cking hoes like Ray J wylin’
Killin’ n-ggas like K K K violence
I guess it’s why they pay homage
Momma I’mma be BIG and I put that on the late great Wallace
Christopher, check my temperature, nigga my integers..
Whatever man…

Alone in my zone, tell me don’t it sound stunning
Been f-cked the world but she just now cummin’
If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin’
I aint never been the one for fourth down puntin’
Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I’m crown huntin’
Red dots cause a nigga dread locks
So I lock pick just to lock shit back
I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that
Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac
Yet, I’m a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here
Ballin’ like a Laker you should pray for next year
Cause I’m repeating and I’m 3-peatin’
And I’m knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep leakin’
The label heat seekin’, nigga aint sign me, what the f-ck was he thinkin’
They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season

I’m heavy
I’m Heavy

Man, I’m already hot, you can say I’m pre-heated
If money talks, mine telling your’s “be seated”
Cut my leg off I wouldn’t be defeated
Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it
Email the shit make sure you CC it
For these f-ck niggas who don’t wanna believe it
I be in the airport damn near bare foot
Security hollin’ out, Cole we need it
Getting high as f-ck and I don’t even be weeded
No point drinkin’ I can’t even be faded
Real recognise real like they related
You aint no f-cking G boy, your style G-Rated
Hatred is flattery I’m glad to be hated
F-ckin’ bad bitches that would rather be dated
Carolina niggas just happy he made it
My money was running late now, now it’s happy belated
I’m heavy, nigga I’m heavy

J. Cole - God's Gift Lyrics

J. Cole - God’s Gift Lyrics

would you miss me?
i don’t know where i’m going, but i’m going
is you coming with me? up, up and away..
hey, do you trust me?
if i was on my last dollar
dead poor, assed out, would you love me?
then it must be..

up up and away…
would you trust me….
would you love me…
because it might be…

worldwide stunner
old man, i’mma
reign on the game, make it storm and thunder
grab an umbrella bitch, and go stand under
and huddle up, it’s gonna be a cold (cole) ass summer
you niggas so last summer
on to the new, on on to the new shit
jigga wouldn’t even take my cd when he seen me
two years later bitch we made it on, on to the blueprint
now how’s that for persistence
cole world coming, call back up assistance
same broads, used to hang up on my walls
now they come up out their drawers
how’s that for a mistress
real gifted, heaven sent.
….
now i know i … but i still wanna ball
put money over bitches but we still underdogs

[hook]
would you miss me?
i don’t know where i’m going, but i’m going
is you coming with me? up, up and away..
hey, do you trust me?
if i was on my last dollar
dead poor, assed out, would you love me?
then it must be..

god’s gift

J. Cole - Neverland Lyrics

J. Cole - Neverland Lyrics

[Chorus]
Is the whole world gunning for me, or is it just all in my mind?
If you want it, come and see me
I aint got nothing but time
One day you’re gonna set me free
But first you gotta let me shine
Niggas aint high as I be
See, look momma I’m flyin’

To Neverland, Neverland, Neverland
I’ll probably never land
Neverland, Neverland, noo, I’ll never never land

[J Cole - Verse 1]
Check my fortune cookie, its that Cole World
Could that mean it’s meant to be?
So much drive a nigga coulda been a chauffeur
This life is f-cking with me mentally
Fake niggas try to act like they a friend to me
I treat you lames how I see you lames, enemies
My good girl say they wanna know the inner me
My bad girl sayin’ f-ck all that, enter me
Double shots, hennessy bring out bad tendencies
Try to cut something, need a volunteer, Tennessee
Anything to take my mind off
I logged on and made them muthaf-ckas sign off
I got the on my dick they’ll never climb off
I switch watches yet I never took time off (time off)
I don’t know whats worse, fake friends or fake fans
Both kissing ass for the chance to shake hands and damn

[Chorus]

[J. Cole - Verse 2]
I’m sorting through this, organised confusion to get my thoughts together
This shit is sounding like a movie you can watch forever
I gotta make it to the top, it’s either now or never
These other niggas can’t adapt because they not as clever
The shit they talk is more expensive but I doubt its better
She let that nigga make it rain but guess who got it wetter
Cold World, snow flurries in the hottest weather
And, so sick they can’t fix this with medi-cine
We at yo door and she gotta let us in
It’s what you want, I whet your appetite
Cole hit the scene now I’m what everyone rapping like
Shame you feel you have to bite
Still aint nobody snapping right
Pedal to the metal as I’m speeding through the traffic lights
Bitch I gotta catch a flight, come on already
Still fight like I’m the underdog, I’m on already
Got a few niggas we bout to prove wrong, ya’ll already already

[Chorus]

J. Cole - Heavy Lyrics

J. Cole - Heavy Lyrics

Mo’ liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive
Gold diggers look inside, I aint in the back
Me I’m in the front seat, driving like I’m one deep
If you wanna come see, you know where I’m at
Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived
Old niggas step aside, aint no coming back
Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline
Get brains from a dime, How u love that?

[J. Cole - Verse 1]
Alone in my zone, tell me don’t it sound stunning
Been f-cked the world but she just now cummin’
If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin’
I aint never been the one for fourth down puntin’
Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I’m crown huntin’
Red dots cause a nigga dread locks
So I lock pick just to lock shit back
I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that
Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac
Yet, I’m a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here
Ballin’ like a Laker you should pray for next year
Cause I’m repeating and I’m three-peatin’
And I’m knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep sinkin’
The label heat seekin’, nigga aint sign me, what the f-ck was he thinkin’
They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season

I’m heavy
Lil nigga I’m heavy
I’m so heavy, I’m feeling heavy
Carolina I’m heavy
In New York I’m heavy
Out in LA I’m heavy
I’m so heavy

We got more liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive
Gold diggers look inside, I aint in the back
Me I’m in the front seat, driving like I’m one deep
If you wanna come see, you know where I’m at
Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived
Old niggas step aside, aint no coming back
Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline
Do you love that?

[J Cole - Verse 2]
No album to my name and I’m already hot, you can say I’m pre-heated
If money talks, mine telling your’s “be seated”
Cut my leg off I wouldn’t be defeated
Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it
Email the shit make sure you CC it
For these f-ck niggas who don’t wanna believe it
I be in the airport damn near bare foot
Security hollin’ out, Cole we need it
Getting high as f-ck and I don’t even be weeded
No point drinkin’ I can’t even be faded
Real recognise real like they related
You aint no f-cking G boy, your style G-Rated
Hatred is flattery I’m glad to be hated
F-ckin’ bad bitches that would rather be dated
Carolina niggas just glad that he made it
My money was running late now, now it’s happy belated

I’m heavy, nigga I’m heavy
I’m so heavy, I’m feeling heavy
Lil nigga in New York I’m heavy
Queens, I’m feeling heavy
Fayettenam nigga I’m so heavy
I’m feeling heavy
Lil nigga I’m heavy