Lyrics:
want no wife like Jada or Brittany Renner (I don't)
And I'll take the money instead of the Jay-Z dinner (haha)
I was smokin' on that Alpo pack when I
a shook song
No, I know the wars we took on
Niggas better get gone
[Jay Z]
Yeah, flow sicker on every record
Watch Sean, glock nine,
when you say my name
RAE to the top and ain't no, other way
Let's Go
I know that I'm the shit, just a matter of time
Put my heart inside my passion ain't
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
they wouldn't even be throwin' shade (shh)
Say that shit come with the game, nigga, I ain't never been no game
I don't even wanna conversate, niggas
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,
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
I think she fuckin with pop the way she rockin Christian Dior
I mix the love with the fashion call it Armani amor
She hit the mall and start cashing
Boosie Badazz talkin' so polite (never)
He ain't want no smoke with that nigga Iron Mike (uh-uh)
Woulda looked like Nate Robinson if Mike Tyson hit him
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
head
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead
It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill
Now look through the ?,
Wu-Tang said you best protect your neck
'Cause I ain't got no heart for you, for you I have no heart
My crew'll rip your ass in two like in Jurassic Park
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
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
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris Crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carry switch blades on the reg', duke
Yo,
flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris Crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carry switch blades on the reg', duke
Yo,
dropped the soap on purpose
Kaepernick still ain't got a job, shit crazy
And now the NFL doin' business with JAY-Z
When that story came out, people was
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
get Tray to kill him
Glizzy switch, stuffed in my denim
Far, far, far, fdrrr
Get over here
No fishin' bait, I reel him
Ain't no beef, I'm speakin'
niggas
Knew from the start yeah yeah girl you so different
Something about you ain't talk'in bout no new edition
Switch up the vibe she not used to fuck'in
holdin' wit music rollin' in the gold infinite
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt
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