a m a r i (Explicit)
J. Cole"a m a r i (Explicit)" es una canción de J. Cole, 2021, Pop. La canción dura 2:12, 63 lines / 434 words.
Letra
0:02Bada-ba, bada-ba
0:06Bada-ba, da-da
0:10Off-Season
0:13Let's work, hey
0:14Plottin' my escape, this game ride a nigga's faith
0:17Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
0:19Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
0:21I was doin' eighty on the interstate
0:23Tryna make it back before my class started
0:25Country nigga never seen a passport
0:27'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
0:28Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
0:30Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
0:32'Ville nigga never seen nothing
0:34'Cept a fucking triple bean jumping
0:35Good dope leave a fiend krumping
0:37Made it out, it gotta mean something
0:39Either you gon' hustle hard or, nigga, Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting
0:422-6, murder scene pumping
0:44Better leave it tucked if ye' ain't dumping
0:46Pow, pow, nigga, he slumpy
0:48Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing
0:50Time change, niggas ain't rumblin' no more
0:52Nah, what for? Hungry for more
0:54If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumbling
0:57Bow tie and I'm still munching
0:59Big bag, never fear fumbling
1:00Want smoke? Nigga don't choke
1:02I'm a whole fuckin' nicotine company
1:04Dreamville the Army, not a Navy
1:06How could you ever try to play me?
1:08Kill 'em on a song, walk up out the booth, do the Westbrook rock-a-baby
1:11I never fall out with the bro
1:14Hate when your family turn into foe
1:15We had a penthouse on the road
1:17Interior decorated with the hoes
1:19Just like a multiple-choice getting chose
1:21My niggas like "Eenie, meenie, minee, moe"
1:23Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless
1:25Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed
1:27Out of the concrete was a rose and windows was cold
1:30Had to go over and stand by the stove
1:32We from the Southeast, niggas know
1:34This where the opps creep real slow
1:35Won't vote but they mob deep with the poles
1:37I punch the time sheet, not no more
1:39And now my assigned seat is a throne
1:42Plottin' my escape, this game ride a nigga's faith
1:44Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
1:46Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
1:48I was doin' eighty on the interstate
1:50Tryna make it back before my class started
1:52Country nigga never seen a passport
1:54'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
1:55Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
1:57Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
1:59'Ville nigga never seen nothing
2:01'Cept a fucking triple bean jumping
2:02Good dope leave a fiend krumping
2:04Made it out, it gotta mean something
2:06Made it out, it gotta mean something
2:08Made it out, it gotta mean something
2:12Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah
Bada-ba, bada-ba Bada-ba, da-da Off-Season Let's work, hey Plottin' my escape, this game ride a nigga's faith Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith I was doin' eighty on the interstate Tryna make it back before my class started Country nigga never seen a passport 'Til I popped off and got a bag for it Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard 'Ville nigga never seen nothing 'Cept a fucking triple bean jumping Good dope leave a fiend krumping Made it out, it gotta mean something Either you gon' hustle hard or, nigga, Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting 2-6, murder scene pumping Better leave it tucked if ye' ain't dumping Pow, pow, nigga, he slumpy Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing Time change, niggas ain't rumblin' no more Nah, what for? Hungry for more If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumbling Bow tie and I'm still munching Big bag, never fear fumbling Want smoke? Nigga don't choke I'm a whole fuckin' nicotine company Dreamville the Army, not a Navy How could you ever try to play me? Kill 'em on a song, walk up out the booth, do the Westbrook rock-a-baby I never fall out with the bro Hate when your family turn into foe We had a penthouse on the road Interior decorated with the hoes Just like a multiple-choice getting chose My niggas like "Eenie, meenie, minee, moe" Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed Out of the concrete was a rose and windows was cold Had to go over and stand by the stove We from the Southeast, niggas know This where the opps creep real slow Won't vote but they mob deep with the poles I punch the time sheet, not no more And now my assigned seat is a throne Plottin' my escape, this game ride a nigga's faith Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith I was doin' eighty on the interstate Tryna make it back before my class started Country nigga never seen a passport 'Til I popped off and got a bag for it Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard 'Ville nigga never seen nothing 'Cept a fucking triple bean jumping Good dope leave a fiend krumping Made it out, it gotta mean something Made it out, it gotta mean something Made it out, it gotta mean something Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah
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