Jay-Z - Ain't No Nigga (Rae & Christian Mix) Lyrics
[Jay-Z]I keep it fresher than the next *****no need..for you to ever sweat the next *****..with speed, I make the best ***** see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driveryou gotcha own '96 suh-in..the rideand keep your ass tighter than Versace thats whyyou gotta watch your friends you got to watch methey conniving shitthe first chance to crack the bankthey try me, all they get is 50 cent franksand papayas, from the village to the teletime to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essencethey say sex is a weapon, so when I shootmmet your death in less than 8 secondsstill poundin in my after life..laugin my shit is tightyou who askin right...[Chorus:]Aint no nigga like the one I gotno one can ***** you bettasleeps around but he gives me alotkeeps you in diamonds and leathersfriends 'ill tell me I should leave you alonehah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hatell 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 baglookin half black and filipino fakin no jacksgot you a beeper to feel importantsurrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles JordanI keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weakyall knows how it goes 'b and so I creepIve been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken inyou can't change a players game in the 9th inningthe chrome rim spinning keeps em grinninso I run way the ***** up in emand wrinkle the face like linninI play hard-eh till they say God..he's keepin it real jigga stay hardlawd don't even tripI never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha getweapons concealed what the ***** yall feelwhen you nigga play sick we can all get ill-whats the deal-[Chorus][Jay-Z]Yo, aint no stoppin this, no liepromise to stay monogamous, I trybut love you know these ho's be makin me weakY'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep[Foxy Brown]What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakesbank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubsMackin this *****, wifee nigga so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead brokebut now your style and I raised youbasically made you into a donflippin weight..heroin and shityou know my ***** is all thatthats why I get bagets 5 carats and all thatFrom Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bellsso who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gatorsTailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscinon how I ***** the best a shitspecially when Im flippin Baileysdont give a ***** about how you move with them other mamisI push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life***** them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife wasI got you frontin in Armani sweatersbefore this rap shit when you was in letters and bullshit berattasand eek classes with mo in the glassesshows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally'snow all your mens' up in your benz'shigh post, I swear you be killin meplayin inside my pubic hairsI never worry bout them other chickscuz you proved who was your wizwhen you was spinnin that *****I took a little when you was up northyour comisary stay pilinhow you livin large on the islandall them collects have me vexbut when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checksnow we on the riseyour diamond mami wit the slanted eyesholdin this grip *****ed the green and the shit*****s no, I see half the doughMade you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars[Chorus]
