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Jay-Z F/ Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott, Twista Miscellaneous Is That Yo Bitch? [Jay-Z] Uh, yo don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG And my name is Jay-Z She be all on my dick Gradually I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofa, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man It's over man, it's over man [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, bitch [Jay-Z] Why you home alone, while she's out with me Room 112, hotel balcony How she say Jay you can call the house for me? There's no respect at all You betta check her dawg She keep beggin' me to hit it raw So she can have my kids and say it was yours How foul is she? And you wiped her, shit I put that rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your bitch You share that girl, don't let 'em hear that at Earl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them bitch [Jay-Z] Cool out homie You betta keep her away from my balling clique Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix >From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks >From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks It can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch Play the floor dot Jigga man go first Then we all rock till we all hot You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock Got the bitches in the smash Making yours drive fast Do we get more cash than the average nigga? All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that You can fuck mine How the hell can you knock that? I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be? [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them bitch [Twista] Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I'm whip it in the stomach Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirting while your working Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper Must have been mad When your ho put my stuff in the dash Bust in her ass To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick inside her Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, bitch Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, bitch Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, bitch |
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