[Jay-Z]
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Don't get mad at me
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I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
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I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
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I replace 'em with another one
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You had to see she keep calling me BIG
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(And another one!)
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And my name is Jay-Z
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She was all on my dick
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Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
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Coming over your shit
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Got my feet up on you sofas, man
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I mean a hostess for my open hand
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You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
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I got your bitch up in my Rover man
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I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
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In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
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I'mma pimp her, it's over man, it's over man, it;s over man
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[Missy]
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Oh is that your bitch
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Why she all in his six?
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With her hand on his dick
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Keep licking her lips
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Is that your bitch?
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Why she all in his ride?
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With her hand on his thigh
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Keep looking in his eyes
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Oh is that your bitch?
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You better tell her chill
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While you all in his grill
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Don't you know that man kill?
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Is that your bitch?
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Why she paging him?
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Keep praising him?
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Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
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[Jay-Z]
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Yo, yo
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Why you home alone, why she out with me?
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Room 112, hotel balcony
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How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
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There's no respect at all
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You betta check her dawg
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She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
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So she can have my kids and say it was yours
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How foul is she? And you wifed her
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Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
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Sent her home, when she entered home
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You hugged her up
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What the fuck is up?
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She got you whipped, got your kids
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Got your home, but that's not your bitch
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You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
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It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
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Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch
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[Missy]
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Oh is that your bitch
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Why she all in his six?
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With her hand on his dick
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Keep licking her lips
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Is that your bitch?
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Why she all in his ride?
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With her hand on his thigh
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Keep looking in his eyes
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Oh is that your bitch?
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You better tell her chill
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While you all in his grill
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Don't you know that man kill?
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Is that your bitch?
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Why she paging him?
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Keep praising him?
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Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
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[Jay-Z]
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Cool out homie
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You betta keep her away from my balling clique
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Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
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From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
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From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
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That can only lead to something unfortunate
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Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
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Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
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Then we all rock cause we all hot
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You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
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Got them bitches in the smash
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Making yours drive fast
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Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
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All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga
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Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
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You would fuck mine
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How the hell can you knock that?
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I'm just playing the cards choosenly
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Jigga man who ya supposed to be?
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[Missy]
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Oh is that your bitch
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Why she all in his six?
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With her hand on his dick
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Keep licking her lips
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Is that your bitch?
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Why she all in his ride?
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With her hand on his thigh
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Keep looking in his eyes
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Oh is that your bitch?
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You better tell her chill
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While you all in his grill
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Don't you know that man kill?
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Is that your bitch?
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Why she paging him?
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Keep praising him?
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Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch
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[Twista]
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Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
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Like a demon fiending for the semen
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Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
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Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
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I'm whip it in the stomach
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Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money
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Why you acting so funny?
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You know she been flirting while your working
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Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
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Poppin' that pussy
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Sweatin' till no fluid is left
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When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
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You gon' ruin your rep
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Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
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Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper
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Must have been mad
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When your ho put my stuff in the dash
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Bust in her ass
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To climax I come up with a nab
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The game don't stop
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Legit ballers bending up the block
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Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props
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| Sucking and fucking, loving it when I p |
