Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Who You Wit Lyrics

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

 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, 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 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

 

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 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 shit never returnin your girl, it's on

 

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 Beyatch!

 Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia

 Recognize, realize, it's on

 Roc the block, ahh

 Laughin, it's on