Jay Who You Wit Ii Lyrics

Who You Wit Ii Lyrics

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 

  

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 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*


  

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 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 

  

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 Beyatch!  Fucka 

 Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia 

 Recognize, realize, it's on 

 Roc the block y'all 

 Laugh 

 It's on