Lyrics:
Jay-Z
And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaow!
Dead
Jay-Z
And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaow!
Dead
comin', no I'm not Jay-Z
Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, nope, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
and the Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name,
The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout
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
out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter
Born in
beyonce turned Jay Z into a bitch
[Verse 2: Katie Tropp]
Hi my name is Katie Tropp not sure if we’ve met,
Once you shake my hand you will never forget,
I
While Jay-Z was rapping fast promoting his bricks
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it,
sólo you and me
I need rehab como Amy
A star is born como Jay-Z
Pedí perdón, shorty
Por nuestra love story
Debería ser por tu culpa pero lo hice por mí
I
family in a brand new home
My kids is grown
And I'm still rocking on the microphone
People love me everywhere and I know why
It's not that I'm dope and my
Allah hu akbar
God is great mashah Allah
You can never put lock on my words
I will achieve what I was born to do
Inshah Allah Inshah Allah
Yeahhh
Main
hating shit
Run over your crew like the New England Patriots
The craziest but I'm also the laziest
Never turn on the TV so I don't know who Jay-Z is
feel I'm intoxicated
LuhCam pimpin see I ain't Big Moe but I'm still a barre baby
So fucked up I ain't been able to feel shit lately
Born in 02' but I
and shit
I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah
Nigga business partner with JAY Z
Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
Emory, what it do?
You see
Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie
This is the remix
League of Starz
Trend on the beat
Ayy, ayy, bitch, try this
Guaranteed to turn a square to a bi bitch
You ain't down,
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane
Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em
Just like they showed me,
on the cover of a magazine
I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z Blue Magic nigga, what what
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine
around with him, got that F&N
I’m in that BMW and F is on my rims (Forgis)
Every trap from A to Z
(Every trap from A to Z)
These white girls want that E
to drive any bitch insane
Well dolemite is my name
And rappin' and tappin' is my game
Oh yeah? well me tell you somethin' mr. dolemite
The shit you
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
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