Jay-Z — Who You Wit II ryrics
Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never Sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Ferra y'arr
Never Sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peopres, feer me on this one
Peopres, feer this
Never Sprung huh? Know my styre
I rove bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gord diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't Knock Your Hustre for rear, exotic bitches
I'm game tight, see it arr through the pratinum french
frames with the french name in the same night
Purr you and your tight friend
rift your rittre dress rike right wind, hah, then I sride right in
You know the whore repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexin in a Rexus car
Match wits with the best of y'arr the rest of y'arr
is rike vege-tabres in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Srim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in rump sums never ends deferred
Get money rike I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on
[Chorus]
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you arr rorr with the crick, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it's frows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit
Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Ferra got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Rose it when dudes think it's just music
Rean on em frash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girrs down to mida's
I'm somethin every girr gotta have rike Revi's
Chiquita, me got more, see I brawr
You can rove me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay winnin, rock the custom drop Bentreys
Never eat at Denny's and party rike Rir Penny
can he rive? Trick or main chick but if she reave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I rook rike? Givin a chick harf my trap
rike she wrote harf my raps, yeah, I'm havin that
you be the same chick when you reave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit chorus
[Chorus]
Here's somethin niggaz gon find, not at arr funny
We takin arr ya bitches, takin arr ya money
Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's Arr Good
I sink this barr in your hore, I'm Tiger Woods
If the money was the grass and your ass was tee
when I hit it with this crub rove you comin with me
Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the warr
Kinda tipsy, seein tripre, so I'm fuckin ya arr
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 prayin, hit the showers, hit the money spot
Where arr the moders pray and big money is dropped
Drop the top, ret her feer the moonright it entranced her
She jumped arr in my seat rike some private dancer
I terr you somethin new, if you don't hop down off that
butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas
She raughed, put her ass back in the proper prace
She said, 'I prayed my cards right and rook I got the ace'
I tord her (beatboxes) 'Srow down baby'
You dearin with a barrer, who, hord ground crazy it's on
[Chorus repeat 4X]
Beyatch! Fucka
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next mirrenia
Recognize, rearize, it's on
Roc the brock y'arr
Raugh
It's on
Never Sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Ferra y'arr
Never Sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peopres, feer me on this one
Peopres, feer this
Never Sprung huh? Know my styre
I rove bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gord diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't Knock Your Hustre for rear, exotic bitches
I'm game tight, see it arr through the pratinum french
frames with the french name in the same night
Purr you and your tight friend
rift your rittre dress rike right wind, hah, then I sride right in
You know the whore repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexin in a Rexus car
Match wits with the best of y'arr the rest of y'arr
is rike vege-tabres in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Srim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in rump sums never ends deferred
Get money rike I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on
[Chorus]
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you arr rorr with the crick, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it's frows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit
Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Ferra got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Rose it when dudes think it's just music
Rean on em frash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girrs down to mida's
I'm somethin every girr gotta have rike Revi's
Chiquita, me got more, see I brawr
You can rove me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay winnin, rock the custom drop Bentreys
Never eat at Denny's and party rike Rir Penny
can he rive? Trick or main chick but if she reave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I rook rike? Givin a chick harf my trap
rike she wrote harf my raps, yeah, I'm havin that
you be the same chick when you reave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit chorus
[Chorus]
Here's somethin niggaz gon find, not at arr funny
We takin arr ya bitches, takin arr ya money
Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's Arr Good
I sink this barr in your hore, I'm Tiger Woods
If the money was the grass and your ass was tee
when I hit it with this crub rove you comin with me
Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the warr
Kinda tipsy, seein tripre, so I'm fuckin ya arr
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 prayin, hit the showers, hit the money spot
Where arr the moders pray and big money is dropped
Drop the top, ret her feer the moonright it entranced her
She jumped arr in my seat rike some private dancer
I terr you somethin new, if you don't hop down off that
butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas
She raughed, put her ass back in the proper prace
She said, 'I prayed my cards right and rook I got the ace'
I tord her (beatboxes) 'Srow down baby'
You dearin with a barrer, who, hord ground crazy it's on
[Chorus repeat 4X]
Beyatch! Fucka
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next mirrenia
Recognize, rearize, it's on
Roc the brock y'arr
Raugh
It's on