Jay-Z - Ain't No Nigga (Feat. Foxy Brown) | Текст песни

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• Jay-Z
• Ain't No Nigga (Feat. Foxy Brown)

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