Lyrics:
niggas how it's supposed to be done
G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater
I'ma holla at you later
Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock
Remember Boot,
got me confused
wild-boy, you know I ain't got shit to prove
she sweet like
5'5 with a behind
queen shit, no beehive
I'll be your Jay Z, you can be
more receptable
Come as you are (yeah), but only come in if you dressing respectable
Let me take off the white tee and these Jay's, so maybe I'll be
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
the pattern (Yup)
Stay in orbit like I'm Saturn (Yup)
Keep it dark like I'm in caverns (Yup)
Stupid shit it's in fashion (It's in fashion)
I won't even have no
George Washington, Thomas Jefferson
Samuel Adams, First Chief Justice John Jay
Names synonymous with the spirit of our country
Founding fathers
beyonce turned Jay Z into a bitch
[Verse 1: Lecxs Ahziz]
Blaqman stays hard yall soft as lard
We rep continents yall stuck on blvds
The rain may fall but
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
coma catching them Z's
I could dead y'all since I was a teen in tall tees
Mama worked an extra job just to keep me in gymboree
Now I'm in my home gym
It's making me crazy
Put me next to Jay Z
Swear I'm never lazy
I'm working non stop
This shit will never phase me
I'll grind till the top
No one needs
to church (no, no)
I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit I got so many flaws
on wild, wild god
Look who’s crawling out from underneath his stone
loosey-goosey stepping as he goes
There’s no rest for the wicked or the innocent
in sad
around look them mud eye gun 'em down
(That's how I hit 'em and) cool 'em off what the f*** is you hollin' bout
N****z be run-in wild) paid to strip
niggas how it's supposed to be done
G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater
I'ma holla at you later
Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock
Remember Boot,
kings of grime
Spousta lidí by chtěla bejt já
Ale nikde nikdo a nelíbí se mi nikdo z vás
Teprve teď je to vono
Spousta lidí by chtěla bejt já!
Ale nikde
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
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
right
Got me crazy in love like Jay z wife
Oo I need a crazy girl one that dance for them bands
No she ain't gay but she gone fuck me with her friend
I
wield
True soldier
Devil move over
Thought I told ya
That I'm repping Jehovah
I don't mean Jay-Z
He would have to pay me
To listen to the shady
Songs he
put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here
I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I
nervous
Shush my nephew up in church
Then I explain what a perk is
Can't blame me for shit
I'm just moving with the earth sis
Everybody talking foreign
My
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
the crew
Feel like I'm by the rivers when shorty show me her inner tube
Comin' for the winner, them cold summers could hit a few
Stuck up in that water,
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