Jay-Z - 20 bag shorty Lyrics
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- 20 bag shorty Lyrics
Album: f/ Boo & Gotti * send corrections to the typist [Jay-Z] No more reason I gotta prove to be da illest MC Somthing's wrong wit ya motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically when you want it done hot Comparin' you to me is a lesson in futility stop I paint pictures beautifully but niggaz is near sighted Don't worry about plagerist it'll take em years to bite it Which the greatest fears I don't write it It just appears outta nowhere like the information contain by the physic Like it or not I pay dues and expect to be paid back Why da fuck should I freestyle I'm gettin paid to rap I sling a track laid back almost till it's a sin Tell ya god somebody's doin a good job impersonatin' him J-Hova spittin game from da range rover What tha fuck is y'all doin in da third lane get over Slow ya rode up I got it sewed up like a tella Relatively easy like jerry hella Cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli Belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell y'all Y'all know da style burn da town Down and change the locale I'm doin da same shit except its legit [Chorus: repeat 2X] Got a twenty cart shorty better play that shit You owe me twenty baby better pay that shit Got twenty bag son better blaze that shit They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made dat shit [Gotti] Pimp Gotti get da dues in them double down Like them kids with tips who tops down Bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on da bill block rockin' mic's Before they get a mill I sold pills all night The illest outta life got my mind on fate Cause even on tour nigga still ain't safe I keep a tre eight on my left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lex I be da X like malcom puff for now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns You keep it real where you from Cause where you at might put da dagger in yo back Its like livin wit yo homey that be on crack And fact my niggaz know my styles phat like hoes in da El Dorado My mind toatin fuck em duck em Any thing but da main gun I don't trust em [Chorus] [Boo] Move wit da nigga huh from man chilla Burge shit word shit I slpurge big scrilla Observe when you work spit bird shit killah Not to be purterb with...herb shit deala Can make me feel y'all foreal ya tock ticking Bust a rapper bust a cap hustler stop flinching You fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shit Soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit (stoooooop) Broke niggaz resort the glass looking Opposite the track ass whooping Opposite the black class hooker the fat ass fooker Triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker The past ain't never the last to teach lessons My peeps fucking up in the streets keep guessing Brew don't becomming a preach I be blessing Lotta kids commmin out da wrong way like sea sections Know da bro gone flow even if it cross shorts Fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more But niggaz say I floss to much but when I take it off and such they say I lost my touch Those bitches like the money I wear What its funny how they stare Dumb bunnies with they cunnin' little glare Shorty let me see the tail if its really that shittin She hit me with a felion a young pair kitten My boy hit that shit now every body smitten Even holdin snow balls and I ain't talkin bout mittens what I talkin bout mittens foreal [Chorus]
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