Lyrics:
of the party)
God damn, I ain't taking no pictures
Fuck your Instagram
This beat I keep on is so mean ho
Put your motherfuckin phone down
Drink from the got damn
the ballers made it out
When your rent is paid
Edges laid
Bootyful Jay
Coming for that
Finders pay
Bitch fix yo' face
Imma get you off formula
Give you some
grand (yeah)
Women try to get in my pants, I don't dance
But I made a couple rappers do the runnin' man
Hatin' off a phone that your mama bought
How
and that's to set it -
Off, and show you motherfuckers who's boss
I don't play games, I just cock the thang
Squeeze the trigger twice and I'll blow out ya
off fifty
Watch his head jump through the glass
That four-five toss that bitch jay
Cause if he catch you that's your ass
Park the car I'm hopping out
to a skeleton
Popping at the lip, that is irrelevant
Gangster what you never been
Should've been intelligent
I'll bury ya, heat off in my area
Slide up on yo
Jay the microphone
[Lil' Jay]
Throw your hands in the air like that
Northside where you at, where you at, where you at?
Throw your hands in
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
to put it down for y'all
That's how we do it y'all
Timbaland, Jay-Z
Two pimps
Two pimps
Two pimps baby
Put it down
Don't you like that?
We
guys, they got hurt backs
From carrying them canaries to their bird baths
The real heard that, we take our world back, you take a
Dirt nap, bottom shelf
the mission's impossible, then I'm Tom Cruisin' em'
When you see me, just bow like a Muslim
Cause I'm attracted by millions, mausoleum
You feeding off me?
Watch
Jay Z?
If a nigga can't see then he Stevie? I wonder
Sucker boy tried to take it from me
Motherfuckers can't stop the money
What you niggas really want
still you with a bumper jack
Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin' fact
I'm ragin' like
ain't live it
I'm from where niggas pull your card
And argue all day about
Who's the best MCs, Biggie, Jay-Z or Nas?
Where the drugs czars evolve
stories
Talking that you'll change
Done defending that drama
From hear say
Done with all that talk
About your new fling
Done hearing your bih
Let you have
came out a da mud
Dustin dis dirt up off of me
You Thought you killed me bitch
Well I been born again like a resurrection
I'm back backed by popular
glorifying humans
Who the opposite of you
You 30 wit a degree
Saying what would jay z do
You ain't neva bang shit
Askin what wit nip do
Ain't the type to shock
the dinner with jay-z make the transition
They red line us, so property declines if you live by blacks
They depress the asset and take the property back
It's
Mediumjay said nothing you idiot
Medium Jay's dead he's banned from the internet
Stick to my bills like Hillary
Constantly dropping artillery
I got the kind
Like Ken, I'm popping from this box of pills, so run up with hurt again
You'd be dropping from my shots, it kills like my mine your stepping in
Step
your girl went down an sucked ma dick
Done things that you can't dream
Ain't got the balls, me I went full steam
Picadilly picked up, came by train
Ain't
feelingz when i looked back
Yea... Yea
That hate up in your blood gon get you dirt bagged
Give no fucks about your two cents and it ain't worth that
Worth
showin' off my riches
Do not give a fuck about bitches, these bitches is never winnin
Tay and Jay forever twinnin
You can't flex above us wow
We gon' hype
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