Lyrics:
heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
You drippin' with whack juice, and you can't get it off
You
heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
You drippin' with whack juice, and you can't get it off
You
grand (yeah)
Women try to get in my pants, I don't dance
But I made a couple rappers do the runnin' man
Hatin' off a phone that your mama bought
How
eating good a nigga getting fat
My pockets was on swole but now my pockets getting fat
I'll give you anything treat you like a spoiled brat
Like I'm Jay Z
a chirp
Brrr
I don't sleep at night i like to lurk
Hold on
All i feel is pain who got a perc
Ya'll niggas jumped i got kicked off the porch
By my momma
It's the takeover
Got the blueprint like Jay hova
Got the dirt off my shoulder
All I could do is smile since a nigga got older
Let me say some bullshit
on the wall, white babes on the call
Spanish joints on the call, white grape on the pour up
Champagne when you see us, man came from to see us
Jay-Z and Penny
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
Noddin off
So high I get ta noddin off
All a y'all
All a y'all
I got dirt I did that follows me no matter where I go
Type of money that bring
of revolution but you're very much afraid
Take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid
Direct it to the world because we all need peace
We all livin' in
stores
you talk of revolution but you're very much afraid
take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid
direct it to the world because we all need
so-called car, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head
Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay Z!
He broke and I smoke daily, baby,
on to the next
The beat made by Goat, Z-O-6 And I'm riding The coast
I'm finna get rich, so let's have a toast She can't Even breath cause my dick in her throat
Had to shed those getting under my skin to get bread right
You would swear that she was blowing off steam how the head right
On my shoulders dirt
for Hova to die, before he see JAY
On my way to platinum, hata who gonna stop me?
I got the cops locked, who gone lock me?!
I got the block lock, eye
I wanna preform
I feel like Shia Labouf
I just do it
I just wanna transform
In high school I had the Jay Z Lexus man
I had poems
Had flows for days
Yeah, You heard what i said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Life aint cheap
You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee
praying that I don't make
A baby
My dicks well known
Like JAY-Z
I'll put you in the dirt
Layne Staley (What)
That's Alice (What)
No Chains (What)
You know
not even by a bad soul
Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
50, um, Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners
Train to maintain!
You think I'm crazy? -I'll Roadhouse like Swayze!
Bright your lights then Blackout just like Jay-z
I might need some therapy, Friends
jay z my nigga if you finna wonder
Okc thunder lightning wi the KO hate hoes money make em yea yea
Stop fw people that's breaking my budget
400 on shoes
Discuss these dirt off your shoulder by jay z Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In