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JAY-Z lyrics : "Who You Wit"

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 (*##$es, thug (*##$es, shy (*##$es
Rough (*##$es, don't matter you my (*##$es
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches

Can't Knock your Hustle for real, exotic (*##$es
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french
braids 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

Sexier than a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all
is like veg-etables 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

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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, (*##$ 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 meet eyes
I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's

Ya quita, me got more, see I ball
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay widdit, 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*]


You know the move's major, never minor
cause when you a true player, they never find ya

We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar
Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla
Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all

Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork
Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught

Had beef of all sort but I turned it around
Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground
I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound

Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down
Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us
Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us

Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there
Then I realized that it didn't make sense there
Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus

frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that
Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world
Drop the hot %#@! never returnin your girl, it's on


[*chorus* (repeat 4X)]


Beyatch!
Jigga, nine-seven %#@!, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc the block, ahh
Laughin, it's on

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