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| Jay-Z Volume 1 / In My Lifetime Who You Wit II Uh-huh, yeah hah Never Sprung huh? Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all Never Sprung huh? Yeah, peep the repertoire Peoples, feel me on this one Peoples, feel this Never Sprung huh? Know my style I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches Can't Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic bitches I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french frames with the french name in the same night Pull you and your tight friend lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R Sexin in a Lexus car Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all is like vege-tables in my presence, check it Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on *chorus* Dough to get, more shows to rip I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em Chicks dream on him trick cream on him Lose it when dudes think it's just music Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em Sex around the way girls down to mida's I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's Chiquita, me got more, see I brawl You can love me or hate me, either or I'ma stay winnin, rock the custom drop Bentleys Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave just as quick, indian give, ha-hah Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that you be the same chick when you leave me the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit *chorus* *chorus* Here's somethin niggaz gon Find, not at all funny We takin all ya bitches, takin all ya money Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's All Good I sink this ball in your hole, I'm Tiger Woods If the money was the grass and your ass was tee when I hit it with this club love you comin with me Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall Kinda tipsy, seein triple, so I'm fuckin ya all You remind me of this dream I had the night before I'm kinda hopin the condom break to have a reason to go raw I'm playin, hit the showers, hit the money spot Where all the models play and big money is dropped Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer I tell you somethin new, if you don't hop down off that butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place She said, 'I played my cards right and look I got the ace' I told her *beatboxes* 'Slow down baby' You dealin with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on *chorus* (repeat 4X) Beyatch! Fucka Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia Recognize, realize, it's on Roc the block y'all Laugh It's on |
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