Lyrics:
(Jay-Z)
Pass the dutchie if you was ill
Take one to the grizzill
Tell me what you fizzill
It's like a complicated puzzle unravelin', mind travelin',
twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
could tell Jay-Z I see myself in you
I started with a dream and now
I'm tryna be wealthy too
But it's tough when your balancin it all
And walkin down
a nigga rep
Style fresh to death
Show you bitches how to flaunt
And the Yves St laurent, or her Isabel Marant
Like when Jay Z out, tryna take B out
All
JayZ come out & play
Ayo Assassin give me one of them tracks
So i can ride on them motherfuckers
Mobb Deep, motherfuckers talking about
We can't rap
Jay Z out, tryna take B out
All these magazines try to play me out
All my ex-girls tryna fade me out
By the ending I was finished
So it's crazy how
It's
Jay Z
Like JD, money ain’t a damn thing
H to the O, bring your main thing
These hoes on Longway's dang dang
Balmain mix matched with the Hermes
HK,
w głowę dla zaspokojenia swoich potrzeb
Sto powodów żeby nie zaufać suce a i tak pewnie to zrobię
Dziewięćdziesiąt dziewięć problemów jak Jay Z
Hannah
w głowę dla zaspokojenia swoich potrzeb
Sto powodów żeby nie zaufać suce a i tak pewnie to zrobię
Dziewięćdziesiąt dziewięć problemów jak Jay Z
Hannah
say that line
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant
nigga
Jay Z, Snoop, Dot, Nasty
I'm Dedicated Overly
The allure of my lingo
I ain't even got to pretend
I know what you are here for
Ain't got no 44
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
I'll make sure everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
town, that digs on me/
Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys
-???Yeah I???m up at Brooklyn, now I???m down in Tribeca/Right next to De Niro/But I???ll be hood
Huh
Yeah
What the fuck is up
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Go crazy
Muthafuckas think I'm Jay Z
But I'm more like slim shady
Go crazy
Go crazy
[Chorus]
[jay-z]
We'll always be togetha
No one can fuck you betta
Yeah nigga I heard this all before
Yeah nigga I heard this all before
Yeah nigga
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
down priorities are all over the place and shit
Stress levels rise and that J gets lit
Try on shoes that Jay Z fit
Fuck all that complacent shit
I'm
[Jay-Z]
Yeh, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
is the blueprint
Beginning of some new shit
But nah this ain't Jay Z
This Meek Milly baby
Louie belt v neck chillen in my AP
Dawg I go crazy like I got
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