Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Who You Wit II

Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never Sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y`all
Never Sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never Sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don`t matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can`t Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic bitches
I`m game tight, see it all through the platinum french
frames with the french name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexin in a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y`all the rest of y`all
is like vege-tables in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I`m down South Wednesday the 3rd, it`s on

[*chorus*]
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it`s flows that`s sick
More O`s than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can`t scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it`s just music
Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girls down to mida`s
I`m somethin every girl gotta have like Levi`s
Chiquita, me got more, see I brawl
You can love me or hate me, either or
I`ma stay winnin, rock the custom drop Bentleys
Never eat at Denny`s and party like Lil Penny
can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap
like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I`m havin that
you be the same chick when you leave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit *chorus*

[*chorus*]

Here`s somethin niggaz gon find, not at all funny
We takin all ya bitches, takin all ya money
Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that`s All Good
I sink this ball in your hole, I`m Tiger Woods
If the money was the grass and your ass was tee
when I hit it with this club love you comin with me
Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall
Kinda tipsy, seein triple, so I`m fuckin ya all
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 playin, hit the showers, hit the money spot
Where all the models play and big money is dropped
Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her
She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer
I tell you somethin new, if you don`t hop down off that
butter soft shit with your shoes, I`ma step on the gas
She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place
She said, `I played my cards right and look I got the ace`
I told her [*beatboxes*] `Slow down baby`
You dealin with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it`s on

[*chorus* repeat 4X]

Beyatch! Fucka
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it`s on
Roc the block y`all
Laugh
It`s on

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Who You Wit II Uh-huh, yeah hah Never Sprung huh? Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y`all Never Sprung huh? Yeah, peep the repertoire Peoples, feel me on this one Peoples, feel this Never Sprung huh? Know my style I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches Rough bitches, don`t matter you my bitches Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches Can`t Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic bitches I`m game tight, see it all through the platinum french frames with the french name in the same night Pull you and your tight friend lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R Sexin in a Lexus car Match wits with the best of y`all the rest of y`all is like vege-tables in my presence, check it Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred Get money like I`m down South Wednesday the 3rd, it`s on [chorus] Dough to get, more shows to rip I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit Frozen wrists and it`s flows that`s sick More O`s than you know exist, bitch who you wit Can`t scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em Chicks dream on him trick cream on him Lose it when dudes think it`s just music Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em Sex around the way girls down to mida`s I`m somethin every girl gotta have like Levi`s Chiquita, me got more, see I brawl You can love me or hate me, either or I`ma stay winnin, rock the custom drop Bentleys Never eat at Denny`s and party like Lil Penny can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave just as quick, indian give, ha-hah Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I`m havin that you be the same chick when you leave me the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit chorus [chorus] Here`s somethin niggaz gon find, not at all funny We takin all ya bitches, takin all ya money Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that`s All Good I sink this ball in your hole, I`m Tiger Woods If the money was the grass and your ass was tee when I hit it with this club love you comin with me Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall Kinda tipsy, seein triple, so I`m fuckin ya all 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 playin, hit the showers, hit the money spot Where all the models play and big money is dropped Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer I tell you somethin new, if you don`t hop down off that butter soft shit with your shoes, I`ma step on the gas She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place She said, `I played my cards right and look I got the ace` I told her [beatboxes] `Slow down baby` You dealin with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it`s on [chorus repeat 4X] Beyatch! Fucka Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia Recognize, realize, it`s on Roc the block y`all Laugh It`s on Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Who You Wit II: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2316.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - Hovi Baby » Jay-Z - In My Lifetime Vol. 1 » Jay-Z - Izzo (H.O.V.A.) » Jay-Z - Dead Presidents 12" » Jay-Z - All I Need » Jay-Z - Crew Love » Jay-Z - Hova Song (Intro) » Jay-Z - Big Pimpin` » Jay-Z - It`s Like That (feat. Kid Capri) » Jay-Z - Streets is Talking » Jay-Z - S. Carter » Jay-Z - Girl`s Best Friend (bonus) » Jay-Z - Face Off » Jay-Z - Blueprint 2 » Jay-Z - Friend or Foe » Jay-Z - Show You How » Jay-Z - `03 Bonnie & Clyde » Jay-Z - In My Lifetime (Original Ski Mix) » Jay-Z - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume One » Jay-Z - A Ballad for the Fallen Soldier Рекомендуем скачать: » Flipper - It pays to know » Fleetwood Mac - The City » Flotsam And Jetsam - Wading through the darkness » Fudhayl - Cinta Sin Di » Fleetwood Mac - Can`t Afford To Do It » Futurama - Bender Wagon Song » Fleetwood Mac - Thats Alright » Frank Sinatra - Dont Ever Go Away » Fabolous f Paul Cain - Why Wouldn`t I » From Zero - Time of Day » Fischer-z - Berlin » Fugees - no woman no cry4 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Fabulous - DJ Clue Presents: Backstage » Fredl Fesl - Sorongle » Front 242 - Soul Manager » Fatima Mansions, The - Big Madness » Foreigner - Moment Of Truth » Frank Sinatra - Autumn in New York » Fireside - Jupiter » Fall, The - Spectre Vs. Rector 2
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