Lyrics:
regret it
Once you touch my guys aint no way that we can go nd dead it
I aint only jack blood nigga they know that i bled it
Yea i thought they had love
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
You fuckin' with a nigga livin' destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin' T's often it counts from the flow on
I'm tryna handle my business to funk
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
You fuckin' with a nigga livin' destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin' T's often it counts from the flow on
I'm tryna handle my business to funk
the Time
Rollie got a nigga going crazy, shout Out no bitch cuz you ma baby. In the Foreign doing 180, going crazy going Crazy
Sloppy toppy in the Mercedes,
trying to be like Boston Richey
I'm trying to go Jay-Z Diddy Baby on God
Aye what's the word I'm sick of these bitch ass niggas they act just like a hoe
got my..
Pistol grip on the side of me
And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
like god almighty
I don't know why but shawty still try me
Always one to fuck it up yeah I'm so sorry
And I'm by my Vlone no ASAP Bari
I was on my way
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
off of?
Ain't no denying nigga, I'm as big as pun
You can be Carl Lewis, but me I'ma still outrun
These niggas scared, watch 'em tippy toe
Get my money
shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it
You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a fucking puppet
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had
baby, Class of two thousand and nineteen
And I ain't got no baby
Uh,
But I ain't throwing shade though
Couple of my niggas got kids
And it's okay yo
Uh,
10k, it was crazy man, this shit was winnin
I won fuckin 10k up in 30 minutes
It was an easy battle
I ain't gon' lie, it was simple
Pussy nigga had no
Look nigga
I hate to be the bearer of sick news, and
I know you never heard my name
But I'm AV, and your bitch choosin
Jay-Z. Rick Rubin
99 Problems,
Always got they hand out
That's constipation my nigga
You ain't got shit coming
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
OK money, power, respect
Bet I know all
the 2K3 they can't see me
We ABN out SUC
Bitch niggas better beat they feet
Ain't no way you finna fuck with me
Ain't no way you finna fuck with Boss
Ain't
In life, it's two things Ima always do
That's stay in my lane
And ignore the bullshit
Flexing
Showing muscles off
I'm 'bout to do like Jay-Z
of course mine what
Never cross my family can we all get along hell no I'm tryin' to tell y'all
Here it is that rule that biz got your baby daddy but Jay-Z
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
be grateful, ‘cause the auditory’s tasteful
I waste no time for your mind, catch a faceful
Of that great pull, you gon’ learn but this ain’t school
What it is, nigga bow down, bow down,
Nigga show some love, ain?t no hoes in ta us
We can swing the bus, we can share some blood,
Blood blood,
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