Lyrics:
Flash out I ain't gotta pull no mag out
Fucking with this little bitch who got some ass shots
Seen you bitch niggas fold like laptops
I seen you hoe
Don't know how it go, imma teach ya
Real island boys best believe it, that's how I know that we different
We ain't no regular niggas, unique like one in
your third advance
Niggas think they a rock star, pop percs and xans
I can tell you ain't got no drip by your shirt and pants
Pants drip off the shirt,
niggas don't see
Me, if he did, then he ain't breathing
Nigga these ain't no BB's, real hollow tip
Get hit no bee sting
Fall down the rabbit hole
Get
with me
Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty
A fifty
It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy
Niggas screaming they don't like me
Fuck them
So Brooklyn
This season I'm pulling up at the Barclays
Fuck what you heard my nigga
We gone start winning one day
So Brooklyn
I'm picking Jay Z
And Everywhere I go
You know that, I’m surrounded by
The groupies and hoes
They fell in love with the flow
I ain’t no average Joe
I’m boutta stack it
Got A Blueprint That Match Up W. Jay-Z
Shoot A Opp Then I Rock A Bye Baby
Swear To God That These Niggas Can't Play Me
Said He Ran Me Down No Way Jose,
niggas how it's supposed to be done
G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater
I'ma holla at you later
Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock
Remember Boot,
our spot out
Doing all type of deals
Fuck a nigga out my circle
Wanna stop me from my Circle
Holla at my nigga Z herbo
Tell the niggas want no trouble
dirty Harrison ford
I'm the best rapper around what's the comparison for
Tell Jay Z that this nigga in Paris and I'm bored
I'm chopping niggas in half
met him
Love bitches with no makeup no edit, you better have money cause i dont take credit
Aint here to save bitches baby i aint no medic
She not
feels like I have a fuckin’ jukebox on
You niggas ain’t hot, you niggas lukewarm
And I had swag ever since I was born
And every car I drive, yes it must
price and big homies made ya fight
Niggas ain't wanna see ya nigga be-bop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a nigga down to the flo'
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
the bed,
Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas don't want it with us man
twelve a block
But it's price to low some I'm scared to cop
Guns a blow, and I ain't scared to pop
I know niggas upstate doin life in the box
I know niggas
you ain't really no victim
I know niggas who beating the system
You could say that peakin' they interest
They see me gettin this money now
The most
true and I ain't rub no genie
I dropped Dorman in that dope and I made all the geeks believe me
Nigga, you don't trap, you got a job, you on the payroll
raise up
Then off to the south, the streets would of made us
We making money, but we never let it change us
Like my nigga Hard say, it ain't
a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
This nigga Maino talkin' 'bout he
The king king of what?
King of Brooklyn? He ain't no
Mothafuckin' King of Brooklyn
I just love me some Maino, he
best to be both
But let's be honest a father really helps with your growth
But I was raised by Nas and Jay-Z and Big L and Eminem
All of them set
streets, cops asking questions
Naw I ain't see a thing
No you can't snitch no you can't switch
That's what my brothers say
Every since a youngin' momma
on bein Jay Z
The run that I'm on is gonna be longer than the Euphrates
Got a super model chick that's badder than Tom Brady's
Rap game bunch of clowns
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