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H.Y.B. (Explicit) - J. Cole/Bas/Central Cee
Lyrics by：J. Cole/Bas/Central Cee
Composed by：J. Cole/Bas/Central Cee
Produced by：DZL/AzizTheShake/FNZ
Listen baby

I've got news
I've got bad news for you
And we ball like TNT watch these h*es all pick a side
******* flock like TMZ every time we come outside
Called a Uber SUV how many gon' fit inside
Yeah
Hide your ***** hide your wife yeah
Bagged your ***** in my slide yeah
Pray the dogs never die yeah
Forty-two come alive yeah
Hide your ***** hide your wife
I'm allergic to cap
I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
You'll never see me in Giuseppe I find 'em tacky look what I'm stepping in
Some **** I designed but Italians callin' 'em Indy 5000s
Or maybe five hundred
I kick the door down if I want it and niggas won't let me in
Uh
My career in a nutshell these bums never did nothin' but fail
They gon' see I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G H-I-J-K uh M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin' "What's L"
I never been known to take those
Your girl saw me and her face froze
You better be lucky I'm faithful
Please test me I ace those
My money been growin' like eight fold uh
But you know how I hate goals
I can't tell if they turning green from the envy
Or is it the fake gold
I move through the street one deep I keep forgettin' I'm J Cole
I feel like a regular nigga I just got a very irregular bankroll
Word to Puma I've been gettin' Pesos
My account like the end of a rainbow
Every time that I spit it's a flame throw
Me Bas and Cench it's NATO
Skrrt
Lord forgive me as I'm a sinner
The way that I live I'm preparing for hell
I don't know why you're mad you should probably thank me
'Cause I been airin' your girl
If I get some top we can take the chase
'Cause we know the area well
Thank God I'm not far off a hundred Ms
I gotta thank Ron Perry as well
I don't even know why they stepped in the ring
A few seconds in and they're throwin' the towel in
When we pull into the town neighbours sayin'
How the hell they get them houses
Now I'm in some different locations
I don't even know how to pronounce them
Award shows I bring my pouch in
I ain't even pullin' out my
I can't get packed by TMZ tryna fit four tings in the G63
I'ma give one ting to my bro YG
I'ma handle the rest and jeet all three
The back so big and we all gassed up
How the **** did she fit in them Diesel jeans
I can't compete 'cause they ain't in my league
Oh please it ain't even a equal beef
At least hit man in the abdominal bro
It don't even count if below the knee
Block life chillin' with a horrible ho
She gonna get down and blow the team
Me and the guys was borrowing clothes like
Bro let me hold that coat this week
Now it's after hours I've shutdown Harrods
I bring out the AmEx and go on a spree