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yeah, pistol pete flow, smoke like a swisha sweet blow
cole world, get ya pea coat
rappers got no point, n-ggas miss the free throws so
ain’t no mystery why there picking me for
i’ve been hot since ’97, i aint mr cee though
i am mr nc boy, with the pen destroy any emcee boy
i’m skinny, didn’t eat so i’m hungry like a hostage
finally seeing money so it’s funny how they eyes lit
surprise its, that n-gga that you should have been on
i handed you n-ggas my demo, dawg i couldn’t get on
one time for my city bitch i’m putting it on
like a condom when i’m with your girl, ballin’ like it’s intramural
back in school, hoopin’ to impress the girls
we was young and disconnected from the rest of world
i reminsce on andrea, eh, god bless ya girl
she used to let me sit in class and caress her curves
help a n-gga get through puberty, the lessons learned
from her, wasn’t nothing like it
we passed notes, she read minds like a f-cking psychic and write back
i was the class clown, i told jokes and hope she liked that
rode the bus home and wonder how it be to pipe that
if i was just a little faster i know i could have smashed her
but was just a virgin, couldn’t make it past flirting
now i’m taking baths with there naked ass jerkin
make it last forever playing in the background
you can that as whatever i was laying that down
she gon hat emy ass forever, i aint gon bring her back round
but hold up, what you expect it, how you feeling all neglected?
sending all them texted spillin on your dresses
we knew just what this was before i was feeling on your breast’es
i never disrespected, i’m clever n-gga check it
i tried to warn these women, guess they never get the message
this is cole, aint nothing like it
so girls don’t wanna f-ck him, now they wanna f-ckin’ like him
and hope you f-ckin’ wife him
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