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Tytuł: Ain't No Nigga

  • Wykonawca: Jay-Z
  • Wy¶wietleń: 580
[Jay-Z]
  I keep it fresher than the next bitch
  no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch
  ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed,
  you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,
  you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
  you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride
  and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why
  you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
  they conniving shit
  the first chance to crack the bank
  they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
  and papayas, from the village to the tele
  time to kill it on your belly no question
  I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
  they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
  mmet your death in less than 8 seconds
  still poundin in my after life..
  laugin my shit is tight
  you who askin right...
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  Aint no nigga like the one I got
  no one can fuck you betta
  sleeps around but he gives me alot
  keeps you in diamonds and leathers
  friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
  hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
  tell the freaks to find a man of there own
  (man a they own, man a they own)
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
  lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
  got you a beeper to feel important
  surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
  I keep ya dove but love
  you know these ho's be makin me weak
  yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
  Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
  you can't change a players game in the 9th inning
  the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
  so I run way the fuck up in em
  and wrinkle the face like linnin
  I play hard-eh till they say God..
  he's keepin it real jigga stay hard
  lawd don't even trip
  I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
  weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel
  when you nigga play sick we can all get ill
  -whats the deal-
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie
  promise to stay monogamous, I try
  but love you know these ho's be makin me weak
  Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep
  
  [Foxy Brown]
  What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
  bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
  Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
  so when you flip that coke
  remember them days you was dead broke
  but now your style and I raised you
  basically made you into a don
  flippin weight..heroin and shit
  you know my pussy is all that
  thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
  From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells
  so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
  Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
  on how I fuck the best a shit
  specially when Im flippin Baileys
  dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
  I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
  Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
  I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
  before this rap shit
  when you was in letters and bullshit berattas
  and eek classes with mo in the glasses
  shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
  now all your mens' up in your benz's
  high post, I swear you be killin me
  playin inside my pubic hairs
  I never worry bout them other chicks
  cuz you proved who was your wiz
  when you was spinnin that bitch
  I took a little when you was up north
  your comisary stay pilin
  how you livin large on the island
  all them collects have me vex
  but when you come home
  knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks
  now we on the rise
  your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
  holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
  Fucks no, I see half the dough
  Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars
  
  [Chorus]