J. COLE - Who Dat Lyrics

Who dat? Who dat?
Who dat? Who dat?
Who dat? Who dat?

Hey! Who dat who dat, that nigga you been waitin fo'.
I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago.
Rappers is bull shittin. Fuck it, I ain't hatin though
Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satins hoes.
And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions.
Wishin for air conditions, feelin God was never listenin.
Now I'm on television and did I fail to mention?
Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission.
Speakin of positions, just witness how I elevated.
Real niggas celebrate it, finger-fuck whoever hate it.
My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn.
Then I redecorated, that means my tables turn.
Live life, might as well, only way to learn.
Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn.
So if you're sellin crack... or if you're sellin rap.
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on trailin back.

Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name

I got 'em sayin' (Who dat? Who dat?)
Cole World (Who dat? Who dat?)
Huh, I got 'em sayin' (Who dat? Who dat?)
Cole World (Who dat? Who dat?)

Hey! The Mind state of a winner.
When you thinkin' bout summertime, I'm thinkin bout the winter.
When you thinkin' bout breakfast, I'm heatin up my dinner.
I was plottin this moment back when ya'll was ridin spinners.
Now I'm a menace. God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup.
Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet.
Cloud told me ain't you Roc? Well where the fuck yo chain at?
Guess it's somethin like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet.
The man make the chain, chain don't make the man
How many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame
The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same
It's like we all headed to Spain, they took the boat I took the plane, dang
That boy sick, now hoes on his joystick.
Heatin up like Mayweather, dog I'm on that Floyd shit.
Boy stick, to ya day job, said you was hot but they lied.
Is that ya girl? Well I just G'd-her/Jeter, no A-Rod.

Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name

I got 'em sayin' (Who dat? Who dat?)
Huh (Who dat? Who dat?)
I got 'em sayin' (Who dat? Who dat?)
Cole World (Who dat? Who dat?)


Now who else wanna fuck with hollywood cole? !

The lil engine that could, this lil nigga is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good
A couple of ya'll ain't took a field trip to the hood
Ay me, I'm Fresh Prince, I'm Will Smith to the hood baby!
Ain't sayin names but we not the same
All that money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame
Might wanna grab you a chain, wanna tip up your hat
Might wanna purchase some game, homie your shit is so wack!
I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga hold datt
Boy I'm picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak
Hey so anything you can do I can do better
And any chick you can screw I can get wetter
I'm young black, get to live my life on the run!
Bet ya bottom dollar before I'm done
They say that I'm the oneeeeeee, huh
Yeah nigga I'm the onee HA!
I got 'em sayin'

Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat? Who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name

I got 'em sayin' (Who dat? Who dat?)
Cole World (Who dat? Who dat?)
I got 'em sayin' (Who dat? Who dat?)
J. Cole (Who dat? Who dat?)

Cole World nigga
Fayyatte-nam, (whooo!)
Cole World, nigga
Hey, dream big
Cole World, nigga
J. Cole...
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