Heard It All
Jay-Z, Amil
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Nigga you ain't told me nothing I ain't heard and Action speaks louder than words and Said you would treat me right They said you be sweating every freak in sight Yeah I know, one day you gon marry me Yeah I know, you want to have your seed Yeah I know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other Yeah I know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right Oh, you never felt this way before, huh Want to keep me in the gucci stores, huh What happened to them minks and the diamond rings Lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things Nigga don't tell me I'm your flyest bitch If I can't get the keys just to drive the whip If I ain't the one you take on the private trips If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga [Chorus] [jay-z] We'll always be togetha No one can f*ck you betta Yeah nigga I heard this all before Yeah nigga I heard this all before Yeah nigga you drive me crazy I want to have your baby Yeah bitch, I heard this all before Yeah bitch, I heard this all before I thought you ain't like rap You was deceiving me All you do all day is watch bet Actin' like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride Mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes You shouldn't play games wit pimp like I Now that I gained you, I'm supposed to sympathise Yeah I know, you hait parties and you never go out Yeah I know, you a nun and you stay in your house Yeah I know, well can you please do me this favor How you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that Shit, we both gamin each other Lying through our teeth, both blaming each other I tried to front on you I take you to my rest You tried to front on me actin' like you ain't impressed I'm tryin' to see if the coochie's propa You trying to score your self a gucci parka And that new shit from prada You tryin' to get a rich baby father I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra This ain't rocket science Ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin And stop frontin like your shit is real You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill And if you are a nice girl, and I read you wrong Look, I'm sorry if I lead you on, ok Nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side I mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell I mean damn, why I still got to ring the bell? I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans When I call you don't even know who I am So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me Don't tell me, motherfucka show me [Chorus: x2]
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Written by: CHERUBINE, HARPER, AMIL WHITEHEAD, CHAVON HENRY, DI LAZZARO, SEAN LASHLEY, SHAWN CARTER
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