Lyrics:
to me, packin' steel, fuck around
I got it growin' on trees, and it's this heat you will feel
I'm a banksta, half of you six, just take it back in
wild
Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill
Cut a chick or a suck a dick
[Jay-Z]
Jigga, what
wild
Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill
Cut a chick or a suck a dick
(Jay-Z)
Jigga, what
a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin'-Z, and with
they talk it don't phase me
(Yeah)
Somethin' like Bey and like Jay-Z
(Yeah)
Only mind business that pays me
(Yeah)
I feel like crack in da 80's
(Yeah)
He
away
I'm still hot, I'm still SDot ya'll
Still got millions buried in the sock drawer
Still holdin' my own on the corner nigga
What can't kill me can
how you rollin
[Jay Tee:]
A 40's what I'm holdin when I'm rollin around
We got the top down bumpin the sound
It's the boys from the V-Town, come
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
We got
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
You can't tell me nothing
Still ain't really got no money fucking right
I'm all about that real, about that real
This ain't no motion picture
I tell
callin' me) recently but ain't got time to speak
(Lord what you want from me) hope it ain't my time for the glen to reap
(N****z be Killin' me) turn
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
Jesus is my portion everyday
Doesn't matter what you got to say
Jesus, Jay
Why don't you got a hold on your Lady, ey
Now I had to press charges
're getting excited and best you relaxed
Bro, you got me confused like some closet Homo
But further more well discuss that shit after the show
Any way I made
no other plan
Write a song
Puff a gram
I got jay z vibes
When I walk
I’m Moving Independent
But I’m solid as a rock
I can’t fucking stop
Ima grind till
Throw em in the air and make ya daddy show me his
Now what you talkin' bout Will
Jay too ill
Beat too funky, stank good
Like she hit 'em witta fruit smell
all my brothers made it
You can't reach me the same way
You got to hit my agent
I want the B.A.G'z I ain't into the clout chasing
Did a bid for the bag
own peoples
Sometimes it's your own peoples yo
Beef is not what Jay said to Nas
Beef is when workin' niggas can't find jobs
So they tryna find
I just wanna chill with my baby
I don't like it when she going crazy
Without a queen you can never be a king
Watch the throne like my name Jay-z
When
the 84, she cook me up
Come across my name, say who is Jay, you better look it up
I look fucking crazy, way I'm running out the cookie store
You ain't tryna
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
before
La, New York, what are you waiting for?
Drop him, take me, 'cause I love you more
If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyonce
We could rock the nation
Out here tryin' to get
Respect, but at the same time it's like
"Fuck you" you
Know what I'm sayin'? But, I
Guess it's just me, ventin' right now
It's
(Jay ya beautiful)
Fam I'm trying to be Bootyful!
(Jay ya beautiful)
Listen I'm trying to be Bootyful!
Do you even understand what the fuck I'm saying
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