Lyrics:
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
a pre---nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
richer than Jay-Z
Thinking you can stop that is you crazy
Her hair and her nails and she good
She thick so I know she eat good
That head and that pussy is
sure to be me they Poppa Doc'n
Watch for coppers while I'm copping more tree
Than Christmas shoppers, was gon say that I'm lady Jay-Z
But Keeping topic,
lame, you bitches not even hard
You bitches are fucking fronting in front of your twitter friends
In real life you're just a loser, you sit alone by
a pre---nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
Jay-Z
Question if I got the heat
My music is loved by your lady
This ain't no styling
This ain't no widing
Im going off you niggas imposters
I take
levels and I think, like
How Jay-Z took it to heights and
Made people be like, "Damn
Hip hop can take you this far!?"
I think you're taking that baton
shot and then we move
Took a trip right out to
Paris so I could
Kick it with the crew
Kanye, Jay-Z, YZ
We get the money get the loot
Need dolla, need
And my Jays wasn't out the mall (They ain't)
Me, my mama, sisters, brother
In a 1 bedroom apartment (Otranto)
Ain't nobody had a car
So I caught the bus
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
out with Russ, then Vic Mensa, then Ambré
I popped up at Spades and I popped up at Vandals
And my sister keep askin' why I got blocked by Solana
It's
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
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
And don't snitch
It sure will do a lot for you
Believe that baby
Jay-z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it
Got it goin on
We got the money
[Jay-Z]
Geah.. whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto
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