Lyrics:
swear to god we hit his top
We get yo body shock, stretching all dem niggas
A to Z
They know i'm drilling all these pussies, like tell dat bitch come play
[Chorus]
Meiple,
Imma treat ya like a lady
you will be my pretty baby,
we can spend all my money baby,
cheek to cheek girl, me I play (meiple)
(x2)
(Jay-Z
[Chorus]
Meiple,
Imma treat ya like a lady
you will be my pretty baby,
we can spend all my money baby,
cheek to cheek girl, me I play (meiple)
(x2)
(Jay-Z
Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like I'm racing (skrrt, skrrt)
Too much water on me like a new sink (hey)
I done spilt all my lean, need a new drink
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
2000, and it goes like. (Uh Huh, yeah yeah)
[Chorus]
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you want to do
Talk all night,
dropping out of the end of the year
So, when it comes out go down to the stores and cop it
'cause you play a part of putting figures in Shy's pocket
[HOST]
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
my foes be on a mission tryin' to do me in
F*** `em I`m bout to get out, they all soft
I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off
Why
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
odometer is on the bottom of all the numbers like you dial star pound
Or put the car around white walls, call 'em Fire marshals to come and shut the party
I'm going all the way
I don't mean to the end of night, come on
I mean I'mma take it to the grave
Until end your life it's on
I'm talking about
the times is tough and the streets is rough
But hey, nobody said that you was put here to play
So just be a mack like me (Jay Tee)
Get signed to Rated Z
R.O., whoo!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
Jay-Z
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah
I got model hoes tryna come in my section
They see Lil' Jay gotta walk down with that weapon
Catch a opp nigga, I'ma stretch
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out
Money ain't a thang
[Jay Z]
Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings
With
Jay-Z
Miscellaneous
Jay-Z Freestyle
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin' out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker,
Jay-Z
Miscellaneous
Jay-Z Freestyle
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin' out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker,
Jay-Z
Miscellaneous
Jay-Z Freestyle
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin' out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker,
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm runnin' my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts
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