Lyrics:
the tag pop on the gram
You say you love me you don’t mean it ay
Got 99 problems with you, call me Jay
(Z)
Tryna catch the Z’s but I can’t sleep
(No
on
"Jay-Z, hi, this is
I just wanna call and apologize for the things that I was sayin' to you
You know, that was kinda, you know, ridiculous what I was
Fuck Jay Z, he's broke and I smoke daily
Baby, let's be friends
Friends, where's my niggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
I'm shredding all my beef like the men who made mince
Plus the food is always sweeter when you wear the aprons
Comparing him with jay z before
try to play me (to play me)
Lil' shawty know a nigga from BK (BK)
But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)
Nothin' but love from my heart (love
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
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
Baby this is what we dodo
[Verse Four: Jay-Z]
They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a right
But when you been
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
What is love
Tell me what the fuck a thug supposed To do
When he head over heels over you
And I
Don't know how to go about Approaching you
I don't
can barf
At my birthday, someone put on Paul McCartney
I said "Fuh you, don't spoil my party"
No one wants anymore of The Carters
We only want Jay-Z
Got the sparkles out to shine, get your back up
And get your dollars out ya spines
Because the head is ill I'm in love with Natasha Betinville
Yo faster
Jay Z out, tryna take B out
All these magazines try to play me out
All my ex-girls tryna fade me out
By the ending I was finished
So it's crazy how
It's
a bigger tipper
Get that stripper in here by the name of butter She got two kids shit she's a sexy mother Came to my crib one time and I think I love her She
could be the Jay-z to your Beyonce
Ay ay ay ay ayee Baby whine it up for me
Oh oh oh oh oh Don't stop
Ay ay ay ay ayee Slow motion
Oh oh oh oh oh Let's go
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
Marshmello crumble my love
Disappear out my life like Hilary Duff
Better be humble enough to ride the bus
Cuz when the limo break down all we got is us
I get
My hands we look like Jay Z and Beyonce
Everyone talks about it
This is the main event
Going to the places like what(what)
Podcasting all night
leak shit, grind with a pen
And try to line up with the pen but it's up where the nosebleeds is
S-K, the forechosen to cut 'cross
The last rapper for
is my impetus in this instance
Cause I been missing by distance
I'd like to call myself king of this but I am barely a Prince
So my namesake I naysay
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
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
or the crime Ima still shine
heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
never had no love for you so there is no love lost
strictly enforced
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