Amil Feat Jay-z Heard It All Before Lyrics

Heard It All Before Lyrics

Amil feat. Jay-Z

 

 Heard it All Before

 action speaks louder than words and

 said you would treat me right

 they said you be sweating every freak in sight

 yeah i know, one day you gon marry me

 yeah i know, you want to have your seed

 yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other

 yeah i know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right

 oh, you never felt this way before, huh

 wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh

 what happened to them minks and the diamond rings

 lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things

 nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch

 if i can't get the keys just to drive the whip

 if i ain't the one you take on the private trips

 if you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga

 

 chorus

 [Jay-z]

 we'll always be togetha

 no one can fuck you betta

 [Amil]

 yeah nigga i heard this all before

 yeah nigga i heard this all before

 yeah nigga you drive me crazy

 i wanna have your baby

 [Jay-z]

 yeah bitch, i heard this all before

 yeah bitch, i heard this all before

 

 [Jay-z]

 i thought you ain't like rap

 you was deceiving me

 all you do all day is watch BET

 actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride

 mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes

 you shouldn't play games wit pimp like i

 now that i gained you, i'm supposed to sympathise

 yeah i know, you hait parties and you never go out

 yeah i know, you a nun and you stay in your house

 yeah i know, well can you please do me this favor

 how you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that

 shit, we both gamin eachother

 lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother

 i tried to front on you i take you to my rest

 you tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed

 i'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa

 you trying to score your self a gucci parka

 and that new shit from prada

 you tryin to get a rich baby father

 i'm tryin to forget you by tomorra

 this ain't rocket science

 ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin

 and stop frontin like your shit is real

 you get your game from oprah and lauryen hill

 and if you are a nice girl, and i read you wrong

 look, i'm sorry if i lead you on, ok

 

 [Amil]

 nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize

 i knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side

 i mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell

 i mean damn, why i still got to ring the bell?

 i find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans

 when i call you don't even know who i am

 so you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me

 don't tell me, motherfucka show me

 

 chorus x2