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You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I'ma grab her by her hair
I'ma fuck her like a bear, I'ma fuck her
to put it down for y'all
That's how we do it y'all
Timbaland, Jay-Z
Two pimps
Two pimps
Two pimps baby
Put it down
Don't you like that?
We
feel beaten, I don't bite back, go down on my knees for a reason
On-site Satan when I see him
BOW break that bread and eat it
I put my arm in the air
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
on
And a Jay-Z song was on
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song
The butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
I
Money want me on his very next CD
And Jay Z, he gotta fan out 'cause of me and who I am
When my next album drops, album drops perfect 10
Money in
work shirt or briefcase
And no name tag it's the same cat
Putting Maine on the map and I'm back
I got that shit that makes Rick Ross go (Huh)
Make Jay-Z
wanting to fuck cuz my wrist lighting up thinking it was some ambulances
I come from a place where we look up to people like KD, Jay-Z, and Escobar
Niggas
A few good kids
Build my empire A Few Good Kids
我就像是
Jay
-
Z
掌控
R O C
I’m like Jay
-
Z in control of R O C
女孩
们都说我
H O T
The girls think I’m H O T
抢着跳进我的
Eatin' hot Cheetos with pickle juice in it
Put that napkin down
You know I'll lick your
Fingers when you're finished
They say, "Hello" (Ayy) , "Hello"
were still my baby
I wish one day we could make it work, maybe
JB, girl you were my lady
MJ to my SpiderMan
Yoncé to my Jay-Z
Though you drove me crazy
been geeking
Because I feel like PT
She’s the Queen B, then I’m Jay Z
Where I'm at
Honestly, can't do it daily
I’ve been packed
I could keep on running
I'm discussing it, so buss it, cold profiling
Spent a little while in the Hawaiian Islands
Off the plane and hospitality came correct
A gang of leis
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my
Throw your hands in the air
And wave them motherfuckers
Like you just don't care
(Hands up) Put your hands in the sky
2-11 nigga, your money or your life
The way you Rockin' that, I thought they was Jay-Z denim
Lemme drop a jewel on ya, put a rock in air
Can I call you Nana? 'Cause you got that rockin'
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much
lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
mad as shit
Like JAY doin' what with who? I'm with Kaepernick
He in it for the money, JAY ain't in it to help out
Let's see what the plan is before
Fumes, Oh Love Fumes
Stuck in my hair! don't want it baby! Intoxicating, lingering on my skin
Even when you're not there
It's in the air, it's in the air
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
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