Lyrics:
over nothing
Can't let a broke a** n***a push my buttons
And I'll be d****d if I get trapped by a runner
Pistol at the party shout out to my brother
F**k
take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you
take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
the rover til the verse is over.. jay
[christion] (bring back your love) bring back your love babe
[jay-z] for the color why'all (bring back your love)
I don't want to be mistreated
All I want is loyalty
I don't like to be use
All I want is to be love by you
I want you to be
My ride or die baby can't
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)
(Nigga
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
But you don't know all of it
Especially since the story's not over and a
New instalment just came out heading into
This weekend, as Jay-Z uses
the torch on my jeans by the waist
Without heat we still gon steam up the place
(Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go)
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must
cut that fool, better call the law
I start sprayin', make f**k n*gga fall and crawl
I press play like Puff, no pause at all
Choppin' holes in the all
Yeah, you already know me
Hood representative
We all gon' die, the date is just tentative
Ion' even write
How they hatin' on my penmanship
Fk it na
dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
[Jay-Z] Gun
rolling with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Now she don't like him, she
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
Dey say that they love
But I don't believe'em
I smile all the time But inside I be screaming (Oh YEA)
I had to get right Do the dirt by myself (No
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
real
But you can't heal what you never reveal
What's up, Jay Z?
You know you owe the truth to all the youth
That fell in love with Jay Z
You got
sure everything you endure stays tight
Big [boom] Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight
[Chorus 1]
[Nas]
I spend nights on corners, see the crack, cop my
rolling with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Now she don't like him, she
[Jay-Z]
Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron]
Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
gros
F**k le malheur
Tant que t'es là c'est ça qui compte
(Mais mais mais mais mais)
T'es ma babe
Ma Beyonce
J'suis ton Jay Z
Moi j'veux ride cette Guini
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