J. Cole - Nobody's Perfect (feat. Missy Elliott) lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Nobody's Perfect feat. Missy Elliott lyrics]
Hey, oh yeah uh, Cole world
Uh, oh yeah
Yeah, this is for all the fans that waited
The bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look, Mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs
And potatoes smokin' weed on the beach as
My mind workin' like Plato's
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls
And vandalizin' her curls
Sweatin' her weave out
Moans as she breathes out
Fuck I'm doin' in parties with
Hova and Steve Stoute
I step over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's
That's death over designer
Hey, Cole heatin' up like
That leftover lasagna
Remember when I used to
Be stressed over D'wana
Now a nigga only text and
Get stressed over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better
Hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue 'bout the same thing
And tell me, why we gotta
Argue about the same thing, same thing
Well
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)
Nobody's perfect, ay
Hey, 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
Yeah, baby, I love to call
Your name, name, name, ay
Oh yeah
To my college girl: Take the weekend
Off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago to be
Sneakin' all in your dorm room
But that thing tight like Fort Knox
So I call you when the tour stops
But baby, where your roommates?
Did you make sure the door's locked?
She love it when we get together
Smoke a little weed but her shit together
Now that I'm on I can pick and choose
Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard the stories
'bout different dudes
Her man on campus, but it's fine by me
She say she only fucked like four–five niggas
So you know you gotta multiply by three
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)
Nobody's perfect, ay
Hey, 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
Yeah, baby, I love to call
Your name, name, name, ay
Uh, oh yeah
Yeah, this is for all the fans that waited
The bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look, Mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs
And potatoes smokin' weed on the beach as
My mind workin' like Plato's
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls
And vandalizin' her curls
Sweatin' her weave out
Moans as she breathes out
Fuck I'm doin' in parties with
Hova and Steve Stoute
I step over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's
That's death over designer
Hey, Cole heatin' up like
That leftover lasagna
Remember when I used to
Be stressed over D'wana
Now a nigga only text and
Get stressed over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better
Hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue 'bout the same thing
And tell me, why we gotta
Argue about the same thing, same thing
Well
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)
Nobody's perfect, ay
Hey, 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
Yeah, baby, I love to call
Your name, name, name, ay
Oh yeah
To my college girl: Take the weekend
Off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago to be
Sneakin' all in your dorm room
But that thing tight like Fort Knox
So I call you when the tour stops
But baby, where your roommates?
Did you make sure the door's locked?
She love it when we get together
Smoke a little weed but her shit together
Now that I'm on I can pick and choose
Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard the stories
'bout different dudes
Her man on campus, but it's fine by me
She say she only fucked like four–five niggas
So you know you gotta multiply by three
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)
Nobody's perfect, ay
Hey, 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
Yeah, baby, I love to call
Your name, name, name, ay
