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Dreamville - Freedom of Speech (with J. Cole) [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Rap
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Additional Vocals
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Songwriter
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Kuldeep Chudasama
Kuldeep Chudasama
Recording Engineer
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Co-Producer

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Y'all niggas know what it is when I show up (King Cole) The energy switch in this motherfucker Came through with a bad bitch in tight britches Made the hoe book her own flight, I'm type vicious Black boy fly, stupid racks, oysters on my plate So much bread I think I got white privilege Access to five-star rooms and white bitches I dreamed it like Bing Crosby, dreamed a white Christmas After shows fuckin' on the slutty snow bunnies I done came to the conclusion that I only like sisters And that might be a hard pill to swallow for a few She had dreams of fuckin' Cole and even her father would approve (Yes, honey, you can fuck him) look what a dollar bill'll do Made them bougie bitches workin' up in Prada smile at you Yeah, I know you hate a nigga, but I'm still smilin' too (Will that be all, sir?) That'll do Get-money attitude You weren't 'posed to catch no feelings, bitch, we had a rule Netflix when you come through, they ask "You niggas still watchin'?" on the TV prompt? She give me dome, I catch some Zs, I call her ZZ Top I keep it PG when you see me, but I hee-hee not You go against the mob, you might just get your pinky chopped I can't believe he think he hot and his CD flop Hey, I done seen too many white folks in dashikis, stop Cole, bitch, the flow switch like every fall I was very poor, now I ball like a young Demi Moore Henny pour on any floor Pain seepin' out my memories' pores Lord forgive me for the times I didn't follow It was reflected in my music, all my shit was hollow But now I spit with hollow tips and follow with the pyro I politic, you ride to this, then call out sick tomorrow I'm ill, fuck how you feel Don't need no goofy-ass Richard Mille For your bitch to tell that I'm rich as hell Nigga You know what I mean? And that'll be all, ladies and gentlemen I appreciate you for comin' out tonight Yes, yes, yes, yes, if you wanna check us next time Same time, same location (hahahaha) We known to fuck shit up every time We step on this motherfuckin' stage That's right And this is just a mixtape (ha) You asked for it Ib, what up?
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, Jermaine H. Coleman, Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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