Lyrics:
Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like
Competition is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier
I thought I told ya
Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No
know Jay
If you don't believe me then
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin' 'til he coped his deal
I really
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
If cupids real I am he, I need a finders fee
You know my type trophy wife shoutout to honorees
What’s better than love letters?
Jay Z, I’m tryna find
[Jay-Z]
This one for the future
Everybody want to be a Roc-a-fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies, but
generals never fail eighteen
Would you believe, I know what's up your sleeve
If you said in your last time, ?
And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his
featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat
ticka-ticka-ticka like Jay-Z
I'm slim shady with rabies
Nasa one, bout to go crazy
Like McGrady in the fourth
This gonna be unforgettable like Sway Lee
I was last,
a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin'-Z, and with
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left
But they didn't care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward
Hot dollah had the streets
of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay-Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull
know Jay
If you don't believe me then
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin' 'til he coped his deal
I really
Before time in the AD, I was completely crazy
I'm not Jay-Z nor am I Slim Shady
She is my baby, we getting bigger lately
Mistakenly, mistaken, not
babies
Be the Beyoncé to my Jay-Z
Now look you went Patrick Swayze
Like codefendants thought you'd stick with me
How was I suppose to know you was plain
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
it's only cashmere thoughts you got to have of it
Fabric a classical cloth, cut at a variance
Imagining it's the Clarion you hit off Marion at
Faster
a groupie
Black chucky doll
Call me young fucking nudy
Cashmere the seater jus like a coogie
Nigga a pussy I call him a coochie
Richard Millard on my wrist
took his bitch
You already know Jay-Z been knowin' that he violated George Floyd
Black people ain't supportin' him (we ain't)
He was on Drink Champs
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
"Aloha baby, word life
You're looking fly"
I said "My name is Jaz, and you did amaze me"
When she said "The rapper?" "yeah
Me and partner Jay-Z"
My
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