Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me and they be terrible, just like a two-year old
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-07T04:59-03:00 - Tekst X2
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me and they be terrible, just like a two-year old
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
I'm like "Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?
Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)
Big as the Super Bowl
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC
Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?
We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammed Ali
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali
The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons, we got 'em attending a wake
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss, man, this shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)
When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but apply pressure
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
Nigga
Part II
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—
I'm 'bout to—, yeah
Yeah
[Verse: Drake]
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream
My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing
Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot
They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott
I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop
Girl gave me some head because I need it
And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael
Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?
[Outro]
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it
Mòr mar an rud? Mòr mar an rud? Mòr mar an rud?
Mòr mar an Super Bowl
Ach is e an diofar a th 'ann dìreach dà ghille a tha a' cluich 'cait a rinn iad anns an stiùidio
Mar as trice bidh niggas a 'cur rannan air ais thugam agus tha iad uamhasach, dìreach mar aimhreit dà bhliadhna
Tha gaol agam air dìnnear le cuid de bhoireannaich math
Nuair a thòisicheas iad disatsin 'mu cò an G.O.A.T.T
Tha mi coltach ri ceann "Go ', abair e an uairsin, cò an G.O.A.T.?
Cò an G.O.A.T.? Cò an G.O.A.T.? Cò an G.O.A.T.?
Cò dha a tha thu a 'bìdeadh gu dearbh freumhain'?
Coltach ri leanabh a tha dona bho Fhaoilleach gu Samhain, Nigga, tha e dìreach thusa agus Cole
Mòr mar an rud? Mòr mar an rud? Mòr mar an rud? (Ayy)
Mòr mar an Super Bowl
[Rann 3: J. Cole]
Niggas cho prirsty gus mo chuir ann am Beef
Dì-chuimhneachan 'mo bhriathran agus tòisich Lookin' ro dhomhainn
Bidh mi a 'coimhead air na Tweets agus tòisich suckin' m 'fhiaclan
Is mise Letin 'It Rock' ag adhbhrachadh gum bi gaol agam air an Mystique
Tha mi fhathast airson òran fhaighinn dhomh le yb
Chan urrainn dhut earbsa a h-uile dad a chunnaic thu air ig
Dìreach fios a-mach a bheil mi gad diseadh, bhithinn cinnteach gu bheil fios agad gu bheil mi gad bhualadh mar a tha mi air an ID Caller agad
Tha mi nam Album 'An Album an tuiteam dheth, tha e gu math ìoranta' ag adhbhrachadh nach eil e a 'tuiteam dheth dhomh
Fhathast anns a 'ghalla seo a' gettin 'nas motha, bidh iad a' feitheamh 'air an leanabh gus tuiteam sìos mar athair a tha
Gaol nuair a bhios iad ag argamaid a 'mhic as cruaidhe
A bheil e k-dot? An e abrey? No mise?
Bidh sinn an trì mòr mar a thòisich sinn air lìog, ach an-dràsta, tha mi a 'faireachdainn mar Muhammed Ali
Hhh, seadh, seadh, hh-huh, seadh, Muhammed Ali
Is e an tè a tha iad a 'gairm nuair a bhios iad a' cagnadh ai nìth ceangal a dhèanamh, chan eil barrachd agam, a 'faireachdainn mar a fhuair mi obair innte
Is e Rhymin 'leam a' mhearachd as motha
Is e an damhan-allaidh-fear Meme Me Lookin 'aig drake
Tha e mar gum biodh sinn a 'faighinn seachad air na h-àiteachan agad gus Deaconan Deacons a bhualadh, bidh sinn a' frithealadh caithris
Fuath mar a bhios an ganang a 'feitheamh ris a' cheannard, A dhuine, an cac seo mar phrìosan teicheadh
A h-uile duine steppers, uill tha e fuck e, an uairsin bracaist a h-uile duine agus tha mi 'bout gus am plàta agam (huh, huh, huh) a ghlanadh
Nuair a sheallas mi, is e bloc dealbh a 'bhloc a th' ann
An G.O.A.T. Leis a 'phrìne òrail, am prìomh bhean
An spot Rusher, a 'spiorad a shit gu lèir shuas, Am Bàrr
Gun an Ruis, ach cuir a-steach cuideam
Ris a 'chrann agad, gu fèin-ghluasadach cole nuair a bha iad ag amas air a bhith ag amas air' 'em
Leis a 'bhalach san inbhe, lann-cluiche
Nigga
Pàirt II
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, tha mi 'bout gu-, tha mi bout gu-
Tha mi 'bout gu-, seadh
Seadh
[Rann: Drake]
Tha mi 'bout gus cliog air an cac seo
Tha mi 'bout air cliog, waho
Tha mi 'bout gus cliog air an cac seo
Tha mi 'bout air cliog, waho
Tha mi sìos gus cliog sìos a bhriogadh agus a 'dèanamh sealladh eucoir
Cliog air a 'bhrosnachaidh air a' bhata mar beam àrd
Fear, fhuair mi cuibhle Bentley WHIPPIN 'nuair a bha mi naoi-deug
Is e i an àireamh agam, fàg a h-a hangin ', fhuair i tioram
Fhuair i Android, tha na teachdaireachdan aice na teachdaireachdan aoil
Tha mi a 'sgrùdadh aon ainm, agus a' crìochnachadh Solkin 'fichead decs
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Fear, tha mi a 'pacadh' em anns an fhòn seo mar cuid de sardines
Agus bidh iad a 'cur thugam dealbhan rùisgte, is e na rudan beaga a th' ann
Tha thu niggas fhathast takin 'takin' dealbhan air sruth coin
Mo youngers nas beairtiche na tha thu a 'dol sìos agus iad uile a' sruthadh
Tha gràin mòr agam air gu bheil thu a 'reic beagan aislingean meallta
Fear, ma bha an taigh-seinnse agad suas airson a reic, bidh mi a 'ceannach an rud gu lèir
An toir iad flùr dhomh a-riamh? Uill, gu dearbh chan eil
Chan eil iad airson an òraid sin a bhith agad, 'ag adhbhrachadh gur e àite goirt a th' ann
Tha fios aca air a 'bhalach am fear a fhuair iad boicot
Dh 'innis mi aig Jim agus Jammer tha mi a' cleachdadh grammy mar stad dorais
Thug nighean beagan de cheann dhomh oir tha feum agam air
Agus ma tha mi a 'fuck leat, an uairsin às deidh dhomh ithe, feitheamh
Niggas talkin '' bout nuair a thèid an gon seo a-rithist
Dè am fuck a 'bhidhe bro? Tha mi mar aon air falbh bho Mìcheal
Bha Nigga, a 'chùis air, Nigga, a' chùis air, dè?
[Outro]
Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè?
Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè?
Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè? Buille e, dè?
Na bi eadhon a 'pàigheadh orm air ais air gin dhiubh, chan eil feum agam air