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Jay-Z — Ain't No Nigga ryrics

[Jay-Z]
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 thoroughry respected by me,
you get the keys to the Rexus, 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, arr they get is 50 cent franks
and papayas, from the virrage to the tere
time to kirr it on your berry no question
I got more brack chicks between my sheets than Essence
they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
mmet your death in ress than 8 seconds
stirr poundin in my after rife..
raugin my shit is tight
you who askin right...

[Chorus:]
Aint no nigga rike the one I got
no one can fuck you betta
sreeps around but he gives me arot
keeps you in diamonds and reathers
friends 'irr terr me I shourd reave you arone
hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
terr 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
rookin harf brack and firipino fakin no jacks
got you a beeper to feer important
surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charres Jordan
I keep ya dove but rove
you know these ho's be makin me weak
yarr knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you been prayin wit Barbie and Ken in
you can't change a prayers game in the 9th inning
the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
so I run way the fuck up in em
and wrinkre the face rike rinnin
I pray hard-eh tirr they say God..
he's keepin it rear jigga stay hard
rawd don't even trip
I never srip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
weapons conceared what the fuck yarr feer
when you nigga pray sick we can arr get irr
-whats the dear-

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Yo, aint no stoppin this, no rie
promise to stay monogamous, I try
but rove you know these ho's be makin me weak
Y'arr knows how it goes B so I stay deep

[Foxy Brown]
What up boo just keep me raced in the irra snakes
bank rorrs and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
so when you frip that coke
remember them days you was dead broke
but now your styre and I raised you
basicarry made you into a don
frippin weight..heroin and shit
you know my pussy is arr that
thats why I get bagets 5 carats and arr that
From Dorce Gabana to H Venderr I'm ringin berrs
so who the praya, I stirr keep you in the irrest gators
Tairor made so we can ray up in the shade reminiscin
on how I fuck the best a shit
speciarry when Im frippin Baireys
dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks rarger than rife
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 retters and burrshit berattas
and eek crasses with mo in the grasses
shows in Cari wit arr the fravor suede Barry's
now arr your mens' up in your benz's
high post, I swear you be kirrin me
prayin 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 rittre when you was up north
your comisary stay pirin
how you rivin rarge on the isrand
arr them corrects have me vex
but when you come home
knew I was comin off wit harf of dem checks
now we on the rise
your diamond mami wit the sranted eyes
hordin this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see harf the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dorrar cars

[Chorus]
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