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lirik lagu throw it up – j. cole

“throw it up”

yeah, uh
carolina, n*gg*
fayettenam, n*gg*

this is for them street n*gg*s to them deep n*gg*s,
them politics, them geek n*gg*s,
to them freak b*tches that swallow d*ck, it’s real.
or them sheet n*gg*s ain’t proud of sh*t n*gg*s, and still,
even them bleak n*gg*s without a cent could feel.
i never sleep n*gg*, i gotta get them mills
i never cheat n*gg*, my heart is with the ville.
when n*gg*s greet n*gg*s with hollow tips, but chill.
you’ll never reach n*gg*, i got an itch to kill.

word, a n*gg* bringing heat to the third
my sh*t in every street, like the curb.
so b*tches wanna meet cause i’m deep with my words,
so them n*gg*s wanna peep like a perv,
but peep game.
before they start saying “he changed,”
a real n*gg* can never forget where he came.
so if i’m up in carolina kicking deep game,
or if i’m riding through queens like the e-train,
i throw it up!

if you a down south n*gg*, throw it up, (and)
if you an east coast n*gg*, throw it up, (yea)
if you a west coast n*gg*, throw it up, (ay)
if you a mid-west n*gg*, throw it up, (ay)
if you a fayettenam n*gg*, throw it up, (yea)
if you a atl n*gg*, throw it up,
new york to l.a. n*gg*s, throw it up,
yeah, chi town throw it up (yea)

as you n*gg*s smoking more kush,
south n*gg*s wreaking n*gg*s, ask george bush,
ask bill clinton, a n*gg* will smithin’
my jeans a ‘lil less baggy, money still fittin.’
the streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin’
them randy johnson o.g. n*gg*s still pitchin’
and yeah, i know she got a man, but i’m still hittin’
so when he be up in that sh*t, he be like “this feels different,”
no sh*t, throw d*ck like the veteran i am,
i got that vitamin d, it’s like medicine to them.
i got her climaxing like it’s never finna end,
that’s why she f*cking me a lot better than her man.
she try a new trick, she so wet a n*gg* swam,
like a salmon in this b*tch, my d*ck drowning in that sh*t.
they love a fly n*gg* on that frisbee sh*t.
plus a n*gg* get gs like them disney flicks.
i throw it up!

if you a down south n*gg*, throw it up,
if you an east coast n*gg*, throw it up, (yea)
if you a west coast n*gg*, throw it up, (yea)
if you a mid-west n*gg*, throw it up, (yea)
if you a bull city n*gg*, throw it up, (yea)
if you a h-town n*gg*, throw it up, (yea)
you represent that bay n*gg*, throw it up, (yea)
and if you from that bk n*gg*, throw it up (yea)

greedy n*gg*s want the money, so that’s where my aim is,
hoe n*gg*s love the attention, wanna be famous,
real n*gg*s f*ck the attention, they know it’s dangerous,
rather make a mil’ and n*body know what my name is, (uh)
but that’s the price when you nice with it.
and them ladies gonna like cause you light-skinned,
i take advantage of the situation,
i’m hitting dimes from atlanta up to pennsylvania.
they catch feelings and i switch next,
“i made it clear baby, just s*x,
i’m too young to settle down, shorty get dressed!”
even them white girls tryna be my princess,
but i only f*ck with sisters like incest.
i’ve been stressed, i’m so in-depth,
i get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press,
i sense death in the air, but it’s nothing for me,
some n*gg*s better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it?
you slow n*gg*s still ain’t felt that sh*t.
how she gonna upgrade me dog? i built that sh*t.
rapping’s a cash cow, finna milk that b*tch,
you better hit up h*m*cide, i just killed that sh*t, boy!

throw it up n*gg*!
throw throw it, throw it up!

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