Lyrics:
the peice and a bandana like hailey
Nigga talking shady, but he won't fade me
You need the work?
I got the keys like i'm jay-z yeah
Ay, yuh ay, yuh
I felt
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
Girlie o , Mo gbe o!
You're so amazing , you're so beauty , be my Beyoncé,
Goin be your Jay z oh
Babe tell me what I really don't know
Shey make I wait
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
replace 'em with another one
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
shoulders off
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C
(Uncle Murder Rap)
[Chorus]
When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle
Justin Timberlake is just a new form of Michael
It's cold inspiration, that's the way it be
Without a Jay Z's are probably wouldn't be no Peas
So
me
And while you do Imma blaze a tree
And wonder if I am what I was
Raised to be
A top MC that's A to Z
I can kick it fast, but most times drop lazily
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the s*** I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little n**** had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that
Jay Z on est scellé bébé
Et moi je vais pas te lâcher bébé car je me vois trop dans ta life
Dans quelques années tu me verras comme ta wifey yeah
Et si
was still violent
TIP was king of the south
Master P then YMCMB
Jay-Z was bringin' em out yeah
T.I. told me bring em out bring em out
Jay-Z told me
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
in that Mike shit
Always trying to bite shit
Do you even write shit
Ghetto rich like Jay Z
Hold up
Ghetto rich like Jay Z
Public school made me
Obama
I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so
Welcome to my world
A safe haven for people like me
Where dreams are chased by light sleepers every time the night creeps
There aren't any rules
a pre---nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
Gen Z
A l'étang-du-nord
Qu'a grandit le nouveau JAY-Z
Studio les soirs de semaine
Viens pas dire qu'on est lazy
Frenzo pi f(x)
C'est normal si t'es
I’m OBJ (like I’m, what)
I got big plans, I’ll tell you what The Blueprint say, huh
I’ll hit a billi' by 50, shit like I’m Jay Z
No Options
Yo yo yo
got an IG
Bring her to my section, one shot turn to three
In 40/40 S/O to Jay-Z
I was raised by the OG's
Ima different breed, all the bitches peep
Naw
mur
Cała jucha na betonie przygody jak Lucky Luck
Robię duże kroki w przód rozmiar cztery cztery pół
Pan Tadeusz jedyna lektura co ucina z nóg kaboom
radę wiesz to
Na przyjaźń dumę godność nacisk kładę chuj z resztą
Dopóki nie opuszczą trumien nie trudno to zrozumieć
Robimy to tak by sufit spadł wam
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