Ain't No N-G-A-JAŸ-Z

Ain't No N-G-A

歌手:JAŸ-Z

时间:1996-01-01

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Ain't No N-G-A - Jay-Z

Written by:Dennis Lambert/Brian Potter/Tyrone Thomas/August Moon/Jonathan Burks/Shawn Carter

I keep it fresher than the next b**ch

No need for you to ever sweat the next b**ch

With speed I make the best b**ch see the exit indeed

You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver

You got your own '96 something to ride

And keep your a** tight up in Versace that's why

You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me

They conniving sh*t the first chance to crack the bank

They try me all they get is 50 cent franks

And papayas from the village to the telly

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

Meet your death in less than 8 seconds

Still pounding in my after life

Laughing my sh*t is tight

Who you asking right

Ain't no ni**a like the one I got

No one can f**k you better

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Friends will tell me I should leave you alone

Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah

Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own man of their own

Fresh to death in Moschino coach bag

Looking half black and Filipino faking no jacks

Got you a beeper to feel important

Surrounding your feet in Joan & David and Charles Jourdan

I keep you dove but love

You know these hoes be making me weak

Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinning since you been playing with Barbie and Ken and

You can't change a players game in the 9th inning

The chrome rim spinning keeps them grinning

So I run way the f**k up in them

And wrinkle they face like linen

I play hard until they say God

He's keeping it real Jigga stay hard

Lord don't even trip

I never slip ni**a get a grip

What you don't see is what you get

Weapons concealed what the f**k y'all feel

When you niggas play sick we can all get ill

What the deal Foxy Brown

Ain't no ni**a like the one I got

No one can f**k you better

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Friends will tell me I should leave you alone

Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah

Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own man of their own

Yo ain't no stopping this no lie

Promise to stay monogamous I try

But love you know these ho's be making me weak

Y'all know how it goes B so I stay deep

What up boo just keep me laced in the illest snakes

Bank rolls and sh*t back rubs in the french tubs

Macking this b**ch wifey ni**a

So when you flip that coke

Remember the days you was dead broke

But now you style and I raised you

Basically made you into a don

Flipping weight heron and sh*t

You know the p**sy is all that

That's why I get baguettes 5 carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Bendel I'm ringing bells

So who the player I still keep you in the illest gators

Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscing

On how I f**k the best and sh*t

Especially when I'm sipping Baileys

Don't give a f**k about how you move with them other mamis

I push the Z eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life

F**k them Reebok broads you made it known who your wife was

I got you fronting in Armani sweaters before this rap sh*t

When you was in leathers and b******t berettas

And E classes with Mo in the glasses

Shows in Cali with all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens is up in your Benz's

High post I swear you be killing me

Playing inside my pubic hairs

I never worry about them other chicks

Cause you proved who was your wiz

When you was spending that b**ch

I took a little when you was up north

Your commissary stay piling

How you living large on the island

All them collects have me vexed

But when you come home

Knew I was coming off with half of them checks

Now we on the rise

Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes

Holding this grip cocked the En Glee-Kay and sh*t

F**ks no I see half of that dough

Made you into a star pushing hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no ni**a like the one I got

No one can f**k you better

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Friends will tell me I should leave you alone

Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah

Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own man of their own

Ain't no ni**a like the one I got

No one can f**k you better

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Friends will tell me I should leave you alone

Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah

Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own man of their own

Ain't no ni**a like the one I got

No one can f**k you better

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Friends will tell me I should leave you alone

Hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah

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