Lyrics:
go crazy
I might slap you maybe
If you dont pay me
Yeah jay z you a beesch and you stole my bincé
Jay z you can suck my nuts
back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
money that a young nigga makin' on a roll
And ya know that that's taylor, and I roll with mr. blow-it-by-the-oh (uh!)
They ain't livin' like that
They
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
If you gone see me you
Gone see me in HD
That shit crazy
I'm tryna touch a hunnid mil
Like Jay Z
That shit crazy
Then hit a couple films with Spike
the Bey to my Jay Z
Feel like this a movie, ain’t talking Scorsese
Your movements move me but no moving away see
Can’t be away from you like I’m Patrick
Ain't no thang
Swang them blades
Like I'm ghost face
Ghostface
Run and pray
Swang them blades
Like I'm ghost face
Ghostface
Bloody Jay's
Swang them
miss you we aint gotta be together we can be just friends
I'm just tryna make ammends
JB, girl you were my lady
MJ to my SpiderMan
Yoncé to my Jay-Z
313, and I'm feeling so shady
420, got me smoking like crazy
5 AM, and I'm calling my baby
4:44, cause I'm bumping to Jay-Z
313, and I'm feeling so
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
spiritual help from Jaz and Jay Z
Standin in awe, you saw the best of em all
The rest will fall
Requestin for more, jaws stuck on the floor
These lyrics I
the money ain't a thang
[Jay-Z]
I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
I get crazy
No not like jay z
This shit get hazy
I get crazy, I get crazy
Stop alert this bitch
Can't say I snuck em yeah we won't forget
they talk
me crazy
i wanna have your baby
[Jay-z]
yeah bitch, i heard this all before
yeah bitch, i heard this all before
[Jay-z]
i thought you ain't like rap
represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it
represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it
Cause I'm a pimp
And Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin?
That's how we do it right here in the nine-eight
So we gotta be out let it ride
i v životě
Když cítím šanci
Tak běžím jako pes
To chci dělat ve stylu West
Jsme ze severu kokote
Slezsko mimo radary
Chtěli by to zadara
Vidím boha i
They keep saying that im crazy
But i wont ever let it faze me
I gave the best of me like jay z
Nd its still crazy how they played me
Some of my close
can't play me
Been around that block
No you can't fade me
Betta keep that blocka
For yo safety
I keep a bad B
Just like I'm Jay Z
I ain't complaining
I
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