Lyrics:
and shit
I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah
Nigga business partner with JAY Z
Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
Emory, what it do?
You see
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
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
when You run shit
Fake on if you wanna get ya flake on
Or bake on if ya wanna get ya cake on
They catching Z’s no jay
What I see is what I say
And what I
DJ Clue (Jay-Z)
New Shit
(Uh, huh, check it out now)
Road Dawgs
Amil, Eve, Da Brat
(Amillion, E-V-E)
Jay-Z
(First Lady)
(Check it out, uh yo)
falling up
That's why I pray to God when I'm smoking
Suicide breaks in the backroom
And I cannot wait until they catch it on camera
I ain't in nothing but
need dat switch call up lil jay
He get to trippin send sum hot shit to yo FACE
Pussy boy tryna beef with me; im sending shots from A to Z
Choppa left
the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If
my AB
Alphabetically murdering it on the daily and getting plays
See, if you ain't Jay-Z, Ye, Wayne, Drake
Or ain't got no flame beats like you Tay
I'm not Yung Gravy
And I'm definitely not Jack Harlow
I'm not Cal Scruby
But you know I never set the bar low
I'm not Jay-Z
And I'm definitely no
Club Sweet-nezz and we fucking up them checks
Jay and B.H.M, we some fucking vets
Drop that pussy hoe, let me see you break sweat
After you done clapping
off that we spin they block
Come back around make sure he hit
How you a gangsta late at night you just pillow talk for a bitch
A one-man army by myself
break ain’t hit brakes to slow down the intake
Of flow sound go around we explored the whole world now so please make
This time valuable so that
Oh, I done rocked out, fell-off, turnt up, now see me now (Bow)
I know these pussy niggas hatin', they wanna lay me down (Bow)
They tried to make
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
Imma jay hit it up break it up
18 boys from limpopo
If i show up tonight
All of this girls will be mine bro
Imma jay hit it up break it up
18 boys
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I want to rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I
some great names
I break change my life story narrated by Ving Rhames
In this game I seen'em stack like Wonder Bread
Drug blocks gunshots make niggas
with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO?
Would you be with F-A-be-O if he drove a Neo?
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo?
Well why the hell you
Make they jaws drop make they eyes pop Eyes drop
This is my beat this is my flow my song
Fourski make they jaws break do it all day
In the Barclays
[Jay-Z]
...back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again
As a youth I used to hold the weed up
old heads said I
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
homage, like my Jay-Z reference in The Squirrel Song
I had a vision but it was just a delusion, that his wife was going to let some nobody suggest
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