Lyrics:
alot of nerve to play me,
Another gay rapper, bussin caps in Jay-Z(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
And still avoid capture,
While y'all cought caught up in
the college degree
Remember old head use to tell my momma That boy will
be somethin one day I promise
So they should not expect nothin less then to see us
set
O’s
The 80′s O’s the 80 mo’
In my lifetime, No Jay Z
Just OZ’s, roll something, smoke weed
Drink liquor, double cups
No lean in it, fuck is up
I tell
Obama's nation OH GOD!
And you know I rap for days!
Twice as good as favorite rapper
Half the age
While everytime I'm spittin' ya'll
Niggas is half amazed
I
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
ever been for me
You basic bitches just bore me
If I got to buy you a drink you can't afford me
Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks, that's the hood
pregnant with your baby
You ain't my main, you my maybe
Big, big pimpin', call me Jay-Z
But I'm also Janet Jackson
What have you done for me lately?
moving dee me and Jay Lee, That's my homie and we up about a ki
Business is good, got a new wife, I could do this for the rest of my life
Hang with
of a young Jay Z
I live by two phrases fuck you pay me
My pops saying fuck you lazy
So I gotta get up off this couch and get up out the house
Do a couple
a long sentence
You ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witness
I heard Jay Z's cool with Obama
Obama must be cool with me then I guess
would have you by my side
So many days, boy, that you took my pain away 'cause only you can heal my heartache
When we didn't have enough you made sure
Long days, long jays, what we 'posed to
Hallways all day tryna come thru
Calls late, past eight, when we both knew
Heartache, heartache turn to old
the river spinnin' on a log
Jog to the liquor store, grab me a thicker ho
Get me a Michelob, now I want to Snicker though
Remind me of the old days
When
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Fuck 'em up all day like a nympho
I been dope since S curl waves
Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
Knowing damn well there's chemicals there
I'm in
wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out
Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me
goin, gone, sold
What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) why'all know
that I do this for all my n****z and my b****es
And it's murder 'til day that I
two to his heart
So when I say that I made it far Im saying that I made it for us all aww
I got the feeling like the rap Marv Gaye
Or the old Jay-Z
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
in the sky too
Everybody gotta die one day
Everybody can't eat off one plate
Everybody need they own lunch tray (shit good)
Every nigga ain't Jay-Z
Watch it for the Jay and Ye' like Truman Show to Carter 3
Wayne's World, grab the mic, flying-by when I started these
My own poems those stained words
could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)
Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used
be
If I didn't have you I'd be goin' crazy
Feel like we as rich as B and Jay-Z
No need to be no celebrities
Every day with us is a celebration
Real
ain't had enough
Put my main bitch on payroll
I don't wear them shits, they a day old
I'm a plug now, call me Pedro (facts)
Keep the money machine in
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