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Nobody's Perfect (Clean) Lyrics
Hey, oh yeah, Cole World
Oh yeah, yeh..

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
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
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls
Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out
F-ck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute
I step over piranhas, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana
Now a nigga only textin' distress over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue about the same thing
Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing?

[Missy Elliott]
Nobody's perfect, uh, nobody's perfect, ay, ay uh
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh, nobody's perfect, ay, (ay, ay, ay)
Ay, but you're perfect for me
We rumblin', 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
Baby I love to call your name, name, name

[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 f-ck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes, her man on campus but it's fine by me
Say she only f-cked like 4-5 niggas, so you know you gotta multiply by 3