Lyrics:
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
tight get 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
I am, a little bit
of dreams
With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve
I see your face by the curb
stash
{Niggaz} want me around, you a pain in the {ass}
All day e'ryday on the block crazy homey
You a Flavor Flav clock, I'm a Jay-Z Roley
You Death
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,
bitch and turned it to his new bitch (haha)
I'm stupid, but I won't get my drama on
What I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
Pulled up in the Maybach, my chains on like JAY-Z
Young nigga, but I got money like JAY-Z
I ran up them bands, told my bitch she better be outside
the Maybach
My chains on like JAY-Z
Young nigga, but I got money like JAY-Z
I ran up them bands
Told my bitch she better be outside
The airport before I land
My
[Jay-Z:]
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
(I'm kina lovin that)
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I
The newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes
80 degrees only thing to cool him off
Is a Malibu Bay Breeze"
Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
Fuck Jay Z, he's broke and I smoke daily
Baby, let's be friends
Friends, where's my niggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
just wait
I took an L at top I was grinding nonstop
Couldn't tell me nothin I was crème of the crop
Surpassed Jay-Z didn't need a queen B
Made seven B's
need me
I was blind till you straight up deceived me
Independent Woman like to creep me
Had me looking stupider than Jay Z
I'm a bit overbearing
and smack dudes
I whip OG cars, flip O-Z's, pa
Don't sleep, pa, I'm tryi' to eat, pa
Real to the heart, you real?
We can start a lil' somethin' together
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
it out
You fuck with Jay-Z's bitch from back in the day
You might end up with reasonable doubt
You fuck with grimey bitches
Standing over you
wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out
Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me
and allah can meet if you really want beef we ca spark it out
In hea crackin dis shit wit my mudd brotha
I member crackin them p’z down the middle n
brain to the face (Face, face)
Smarter this is where I stay (Stay, stay)
Carter this harder I’m catching my Z’s
and I’m going beyond like I’m Jay (Going
up little boy take your mittens off
Petes in your bed now and you lost your new girl so tell me ended up on top
You went from collabing with Jay z
the fuckin' season
I need a breather
I'ma put you in a freezer
Why the fuck would you choose
The Jay-Z dinner
I feel like I'ma fly
I got butterflies
Yeah I'm
song it beat me to it
That was a ref to hova
But not no Jay z music (Not no Jay z)
I feel like drake say what's real
This is really how I feel
I'm
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