Lyrics:
to say;
The whole world's gunna fucking fall to Jay!
Your own girl's gunna fucking fall for Jay!
Your all turds; look like fucking fools to Jay!
What
greatness
I'm Bron I can say it
Feel like Mike Jack
I might black when they play this
Talk like Jay Z
And I'm Fresh as the Prince is
Became the master
Ain't
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', "No way she ain't
Out the whole season
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
I'm at where you can't come like no semen
No homo, just admire the power
I'm so visual
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
Then big bro got to bussin'
You heard my last song swear to God all of these bitches is nothin'
And most of these niggas is bluffin'
There go Jay Woods
[DJ E-Z Dick]
W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits
And the word is on the streets,
can't get you up out of my head I'm attached to the string
Like come here bae
They call me Jank, but call me Jay
Nickname that shit, call me Jay Jay
Ain't
Yeah. Eey
Take the whole world by storm.
Take the whole world by…
Dropped 100k on my jays for one night then yeah am done with that.
Swear woulda had
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang (c'mon)
Come on, y'all wanna floss with us (c'mon)
'Cause all across the board we burn it up (yeah)
you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang (c'mon)
Come on, y'all wanna floss with us (c'mon)
'Cause all across the board we burn it up (yeah)
JAY-Z and JD might have told
You money ain't a thing
But that means money's everything and
For that money y'all make
Them choppers sing
I'll make them
All my stats on point, can't play me (Can't play me)
My whole squad soaked dripped, Givenchy (Givenchy)
All these rappers fabricating, nope, not Shay Z
All my stats on point, can't play me (Can't play me)
My whole squad soaked dripped, Givenchy (Givenchy)
All these rappers fabricating, nope, not Shay Z
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
out the ground
You be lien to them people tell em what you really bout
Man tell em
Jay and Mike can't rap yeah I said dat
Y'all meat riding them dudes
that
'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down
Throwin' your money around and we don't play that
Get in our line'll get you shot down
off like Jay Z
Shoot shit like Kobe
Niggas sneak dissin', don't know me
Then come around and try to bro me
Won't never tell you what I think
Always
paid, dodge jail and the cemetery
You better reach for the stars, take your best shot
You let them haters kill your dream, your ass be assed out
baller, but act like I ain't one
Y'all talk cheap, but y'all play dumb
Like how come none of y'all ain't say sumn
Say nothing to me, whats wrong
My money
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
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