Lyrics:
to misplace me (Place me)
Now I got the blueprint like Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Now my music the only time you can play me
Fendi ain’t free and Chanel ain’t cheap
Used
done got to booted (uh)
I done got to booted uh (yeahhh)
I done got to booted
Bout to be rich like Jay Z uh (Jay Z)
Yo bitch wanna have my baby yea
All that green I see it means go
(Uh)
Going crazy
(Crazy)
Sketchin' out my blueprint like I'm Jay-Z
(Jay-Z)
Please stop playin' I know what they see
of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home
phased me
I don't care not a man that's above me
I compare to the K Dot Jay-Z's
I compare to what you call G-O-D's
Get some cash fuck a crooked C-O-P
Get
At Kent State
Free my nigga Facmac
And my nigga Rob G
Me & Doggyworld 17
Sippin Don P
By Nine-Teen
We was sippin on Cristol
Same time Jay Z
Was sippin
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
sam koleś K2 ten co to nagrał te kawałki z radia
Kurwa twa mać chyba coś nie ogarniam i o garniak gram
Jakieś typowo telewizyjne gówno to pani chyba mi
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
eating good a nigga getting fat
My pockets was on swole but now my pockets getting fat
I'll give you anything treat you like a spoiled brat
Like I'm Jay Z
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
in a Mercedes
But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
What's happenin'? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
What's happenin'? Couple
leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac
iné, štyri doby, štyri takty
Nepozeraj si prosím fotky z tých akcií
Radši by si ma videla s diplomom místo flašky
My nie sme vyjebané smažky
Iba som
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
you mention Pac, Biggie or Jay Z
Don't forget Weezy, baby
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been?
Philly
R kelly is a child molester
Who had beef with Jay-Z
Shit it makes sense why he
Wanted all those Young Gunz
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it
that gotta go can’t stay
Girl the uber on the way
Gotta go hop in the studio with Jay
And make a hit or two
After that, I’m hitting you
Every afternoon
Clue tape show me the money part two was the shit
Me and Dirty dreamed to be rich
Like Jay Z on that boat
What's the meaning of life
I didn't dabble in
Nas and Jay-Z
Eminem, Mase, Biggie Smalls and me
Now if you was my girlfriend
You don't need no guyfriend
He could get his head bust
Nigga ain't my
other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up
going on, no more head assery
Goals to obtain look like the path to a Jay-Z, Quincy Jones, Jay Elec, a Ye,
Or a Master P
What they have in common at this
nobody by your side
Ain't nobody down for the ride
Yea you drove me crazy
Now I got 99 problems feeling like Jay Z
I'm feeling swazy
Wavy
Ain't nobody
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