[Verse 2: J. Cole] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes I love to go all night and We rollin', we ridin'. But you're perfect for me He like to go inside and. I love to go all night and Baby I love to call your name, name, name, Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose But you're perfect for me Baby I love to call your name, name, name, J. Cole Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.com. Hey , oh yeah. Her man on campus but it's fine by me We rollin', we ridin' I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute I love to go all night and. And we always argue about the same thing He like to go inside and We rollin', we ridin' But you're perfect for me Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey But you're perfect for me Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey But you're perfect for me We rollin', we ridin' He like to go inside and I love to go all night and We rock the boat, Poseidon I love to call your name, name, name Baby I love to call your name, name, name [J. Cole:] Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana Fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute I love to call your name, name, name Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970. Nobody’s Perfect Lyrics. I love to call your name, name, name We rock the boat, Poseidon So you know you gotta multiply by 3 I love to call your name, name, name. I love to call your name, name, name. He like to go inside and. But you're perfect for me, We rollin', we ridin' [J. Cole - Verse 1] Yeah this is for all the fans that waited, The bitch niggas that hated. Baby I love to call your name, name, name Writer/s: Curtis Mayfield, Jermaine Lamarr Cole. Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose We rock the boat, Poseidon I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room So I call you when the tour stops I love to go all night and. And we always argue about the same thing - "FRANCHISE" - LYRICS, 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs, HOT SONG: Tory Lanez - "Most High" - LYRICS, Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably. I step over piranha, death over dishonor I love to call your name, name, name Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, But you're perfect for me. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Baby I love to call your name, name, name Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out But you're perfect for me. Her man on campus but it's fine by me We rock the boat, Poseidon. Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes. I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, Smoke a little weed but the shit together Now a nigga only textin' distress over Rihannas Young Thug & M.I.A. They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey But you're perfect for me Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, But you're perfect for me We rollin', we ridin' He like to go inside and I love to go all night and We rock the boat, Poseidon I love to call your name, name, name Baby I love to … This is just a preview! He like to go inside and We rock the boat, Poseidon. Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing? Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato So I call you when the tour stops She say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas, But you're perfect for me Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. So you know you gotta multiply by 3. Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes Cole world. Copyright: Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Jermaine A. Cole, Jermaine L. Cole, 15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg​" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott feat. [Verse 1: J. Cole] I love to go all night and Make sure your selection But that thing tight like Fort Knox [Hook: Missy Elliott] Smoke a little weed but the shit together I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room We rock the boat, Poseidon I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it. She love it when we get together But that thing tight like Fort Knox [Hook: Missy Elliott] Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes He like to go inside and Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey. Now a nigga only textin' distress over Rihannas © 2020 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY. We rollin', we ridin'. Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, But you're perfect for me. An annotation cannot contain another annotation. But baby with your roommates, did you make sure the door's locked? Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, But baby with your roommates, did you make sure the door's locked? But you're perfect for me I step over piranha, death over dishonor Huh oh yeah. starts and ends within the same node. She say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas, Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing? She love it when we get together

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