's home that you fuckin' with Wheezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter
l'm from the town drenched in football and rain that fathered the terrible twins tom murphy the footballer, playwright and singer he left to spread
built out of music by moonlight; petals stained ruby with nightingale blood. Cast down in disgust to be crushed by a cart-wheel, because of mere trivia
doin quite fine The K for Kia I hate that bitch because she super fuckin fine but she cant take that dick And then the L is for LaKia that's Kia's twin
the divorce, I'm movin into, the home Bout to be ya step-father Me and Lil' Flip flip harder Then a hyper-active acrobat with hops like Vince Carter 8
dad of mine ain't got a heart Any girl who's out for pleasure Thinks of marriage only at her leisure As it is, they've got the horse behind the cart
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now Jay motherfuckin' Z, and with that said Back to Shawn Carter
Io non so quello che faro pero' lascero parole per te e ti pensero s se ti trovero LE FRASI TI SCRIVERO?CIO? CHE NON TI HO DETTO MAI RICORDA CHE SE CHIUDI
Dear Aslhey my love I write you from this town Built for two You set me aflame Dear Ashley my child I write you from this heart Built for two You set
m somewhat of a son from a different cuttin Juice n buttons pussycat tygas comin Like shakes off new hummers Patience young patrient This is now god talkin Bought a twin
you fuckin with Wheezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter sliding
rain like cartoni Lock load ready to aim at any target I can get your brains for a bargain Like I baught it From target Hiphop is my supermarket Shoppin cart
still doin quite fine To key for Kia I hate that bitch because she super fuckin fine but she caint take that dick And then the L is for LaKia that's Kia's twin
roam through town Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now Jay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is
sellers fittin to go left to the death And street niggaz ain't got receipts so They fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low Ridin like Deebo, comin like Carter
, twenty three's on a truck Like a dust joint, I'll have your whole hood stuck This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs with gold carts Throwin' Sports