Correction Lyrics The London RMX (By SickAlbe) by J. Cole

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È SickAlbe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, woah
Woah, woah
Oh
(You good, T-Minus?)
Oh

Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

Yeah, circ*mnavigate the globe as the cash grows (Grow)
Get a n***a whacked like you get the grass mowed (Mowed)
I'm talkin' slick when I'm with the Big Slime, n***a (Slime)
Could hit your b*t*h, you could never hit mine, n***a (Mine)
In my DM, they electric slide, n***a (Huh, slide)
No catfishin', this is not a fish fry, n***a
Never switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
Everybody sing
How could you come up out your face
And say I ain't the hardest n***a you done ever heard?
I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
A verse from me is like eleven birds
Just did the math, that's like two thousand dollars every word
I'm on the verge, I'll beat the charge
I killed some n***as and I walked away from it
Then I observe, just how you curve
Then told the n***a that they gotta wait for it
"I know—I know you in high demand"
I'm ballin' on a pu**y n***a like Juwanna Mann
I'm drownin' all inside the pu**y like I never swam
Ayy, f**k your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram
I'm the man, ayy, ayy

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