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Nobodys Perfect Lyrics – J. Cole feat. Missy Elliott

    Nobodys Perfect is a popular song by J. Cole featuring Missy Elliott, from the 2011 album Cole World: The Sideline Story. Check words to J. Cole Nobodys Perfect Lyrics in English below.

    Nobodys Perfect Lyrics – J. Cole feat. Missy Elliott 

    [Intro: J. Cole]
    Hey, oh yeah
    Uh, Cole world
    Uh, oh yeah

    [Verse 1: J. Cole]
    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
    [Chorus: Missy Elliott]
    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

    [Verse 2: J. Cole]
    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
    [Chorus: Missy Elliott]
    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

     

    Writer(s): J. Cole, Missy Elliott (Melissa Elliott), Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis

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