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Who dat, who
Who dat, who
Who dat, who

Hey, who dat, who That nigga you been waitin' for
I the shit was all bad just a week ago
was bullshitting, fuck it I ain't hating though
'Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of hoes
And she can't tell the difference, I been hell conditions
Wishing for air conditioning, God was never listening
Now I'm on television, and did I to mention?
Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you the mission
Speaking of positions witness how I elevate it
Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck hate it
My life accelerated, but had to my turn
Then I redecorated, that mean my tables
Life live, might as well, only way to
Is try and fail, clientele the way to earn
So if you're selling crack, or if selling rap
Make it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that
So don't worry my motherfucking name
I got them saying who dat, who dat? World
Who dat, who dat? I got sayin'
Who dat, who Cole World
Who dat, who

Hey, the mind state of a
When you thinking about summertime I'm thinking about the
When you thinking about breakfast I'm heating up my
I was plotting this moment back when y'all was riding
Yeah I'm a menace, God as my witness, with pen I'm insane, yup
Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of yet
Clown me, "Ain't you Roc? But where the fuck your chain at?"
Guess it's something like your girl, it ain't came yet
The man make the chain, chain make the man
How many do we know with hella ice but yet they lame?
The cloth from which we came me and them is not the
It's like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I the plane, damn
boy's sick now hoes on his joystick
Heating up like May weather, dog I'm on that Floyd
Boy stick to your day job, you was hot? Well, they lied
Is that your Well, I just G'd her, no A-Rod

Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that
Who dat, who Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that
So worry about my motherfucking name
I got them who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat? I got them
Who dat, who dat? World
(Now who else want to fuck Hollywood Cole?)

The little engine could, this little nigga is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal for good
A of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood
And me? I'm fresh prince, I'm Smith to the hood
Baby, ain't saying names but we not the
All the money and the fame don't the fact that you lame
Might to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat
Might want to purchase some game, your shit is so wack
I got my finger on the trigger, tell nigga, "hold that"
Want picture perfect you can check the Kodak
Hey, so anything you can do I can do
And any chick you can screw I can get
I'm young, black, gifted, my life on the run
Bet bottom dollar before I'm done
say that I'm the one, ya nigga I'm the one
I got them

Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that
So don't worry about my name
I got them who dat, who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them
Who dat, who dat? J.
Who dat, who Cole World nigga
World nigga
Dreamville, Cole World
J.