Lyrics:
homeboy Jay
[Chorus]
Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck
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 and get paid correctly
I make
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 and get paid correctly
I make
to them folks type
I'm more like the bull that could
Get 'em by the bow type meek Milly
Young Krizzle yo, yo
Do you mind if I murder this?
Spit that
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
Fuckin'
insane and it's crazy
You the type to wish your man down, so sad I don't get you totally
Causing havoc, i don't mind, don't care, i left them wondering
I
shine
Until then lil homie stay on your grind
Cos its
Early Mornings just to get a bite
My right
You can't trust what they saying right
Keep ties
Just
Now, check this out.. Touch, Mr. Rossi.. (whassup)
I gets a page from the breezy, right? (right)
She like "eh yo, yo, can you put me on the list
the one that blows my mind away
Till the morning comes
Dance with me, dance with me have some fun
Till the moon arrives
Stay right, stay right by my side
Uh
The light-skin with the nice trim
400 spokes riding the stroll by the white folks
The rare bones get the bare Jones
If it's the caddy, it's
Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC
Memph Bleek, Young god
Ha, ha
Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas
things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones, killing
interested in the crown
That don't belong to Wayne, shady or Jay Z
That's a opposite
You don't like your life, how about death?
You don't like to fight, how
and let em' know girlfriend
Nicki Minaj booty, squeeze it
Bet you say you love stew peas
Riri, she have a fat coochie
Beyonce, big up Jay-Z
Ten gyal
can't all be right
We can't all be Jay z or Aubrey right
Not everybody got a guru or 40 right
I spent 40 Nights
And days walking through the desert,
throw a seed and plant a shade tree
Trust me when I double up your business you're going to thank me
The promo pen game is Jay Z from Brooklyn back to AZ
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
at night
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in bitch, sit down when you piss
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
finding freedom out
Boy u better get your mind on the right thing
Swerve left get your tires in the right lane
Cuz these boys out here dying over dice
get up and do your thing
Jay z got a billy and Jordan got all rings
They only thing stopping you is not doing your thing
Hold it down for you city when
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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