Lyrics:
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
igraszkę
Wpierdol taki że aż spadło płuco odma
Transport nie dojeżdżał myślał życie odda
Trzeba w płuco rurę wbić f siorbać
O.S.T.R.Y. zrobił album z takiej
of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home
The Mic Tour, 50 Cent, jay Z
That's what everybody talkin' 'bout
In the street, you know what I mean
Ashanti, what's the matter baby? You lookin'
Like
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
Is pigs flying? Is these bitches trying me?
They think it's sweet? Oh, these bitches got diabetes
You seen that list? It was me, Baby, Jay Z
think of success as only measured by your money
Cuz money never lasts in fact it's only last
On the list of impactful things one can ask for
So with that
the Dred, Mike Z and Chino
You know (What? What?)
[T.M.F.]
Look me eye-to-eye and see what you find
A crime nigga, nine spitter, mind digga, refined
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still f***ing with see (okay!)
R.I.P. to the n****z in the motherf***ing dirt
When I look
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
give a f***, where you gon' be"
?
"Last night last night changed it all"
"Last night"
"I don't give a f***, where you gon' be"
?
Money
n***a play me
Heard you was a junkie, smoking, more rock than Jay-Z
Thought he's loving me for selling 20 for the KD
That's who you is, lil' n***a
[Pac]
Damn...
what I`ma do now?
When I get free...
Oh s***!
[Jay]
Get free...
Yeah yeah
[Chorus: x2]
When I get free, motherf***ers
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
just to rap in, nigga
Bought me a mansion, I deserve that shit
Bought a Maybach, cause Jay Z did
Bought me a Sprinter, cause I seen TI's
Bought me
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen
I'll like to thank you all for coming out tonight
It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm
Girl when I
depression, what's a happy meal
Old heads won't wake up, then I guess I'll just take the wheel
Ball so hard, Jay-Z or 1999 Shaquille
A rip off, I flip off
jak Ray Allen
To zawsze było motywacją jak Jay Z i Pharrell
Lat parę sprawdź gdzie jest mój ziom
Nuda na scenie nie kurwa nie wieje już nią
Chujowe rapy
Now this is what they've been waiting for (yah, yessir)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?) Santana (Weezy F), ayy, haha
Ayy, Wayne (what up, man?)
What you been
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
Too
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