Lyrics:
and like 4 guys
And we done a mazza
Like, how you gonna talk 'bout L
When I bucked your girl and she gave man uck
And how your gonna shop in
JD with your
you mention Pac, Biggie or Jay Z
Don't forget Weezy, baby
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been?
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep
the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps
Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes
got the answers
First you take the Black Mamba from us, then the Black Panther (damn)
Fuck 2020, this whole year started off wack
Best part
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)
You'll go tell you so frail
I'm hard from my scar to my toenails i ball
(Eyeball) , no scale, and never took no L's
You tried your hardest to be a
Artist
'Cause when the teeth stop showin' and the stomach start growlin'
Then the heat start flowin'
If you from the hood I know you feel me ([Jay-Z:] Keep
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
get blazed, bitch my name ghost face
Fuck backwoods, puffin' Dutch all day
And the pack so loud, make your face vibrate
Ho, gimme my space, you dont
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
the relationship
You wrote about on
Your Tumblr page the one that you likened
To "being thrown from a cliff" when you were
19 how did that change your songwriting?
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
up little boy take your mittens off
Petes in your bed now and you lost your new girl so tell me ended up on top
You went from collabing with Jay z
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
me
"You can love me or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
I'm from
sitting in my cell
And I'm waiting on some mail from the prof
Hold your head up Cass don't stress, weight'll come off fast
Keep to yourself, Just try
pedophile because that shit is crazy (crazy)
You may have your opinions, entitled to your opinions (opinions, opinions)
But really am I supposed to go
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
still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
[beatbox]
[HOOK (variations)]
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
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