Aint No Nigga feat Foxy Brown Lyrics by Jay-Z

Aint No Nigga feat Foxy Brown Lyrics

    [Jay-Z]
    I keep it fresher than the next bitch
    no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch
    ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed,
    you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,
    you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
    you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride
    and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why
    you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
    they conniving shit
    the first chance to crack the bank
    they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
    and papayas, from the village to the tele
    time to kill it on your belly no question
    I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
    they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
    mmet your death in less than 8 seconds
    still poundin in my after life..
    laugin my shit is tight
    you who askin right...

    [Chorus:]

    Aint no nigga like the one I got
    no one can fuck you betta
    sleeps around but he gives me alot
    keeps you in diamonds and leathers
    friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
    hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
    tell the freaks to find a man of there own
    (man a they own, man a they own)

    [Jay-Z]
    Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
    lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
    got you a beeper to feel important
    surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
    I keep ya dove but love
    you know these ho's be makin me weak
    yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
    Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
    you can't change a players game in the 9th inning
    the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
    so I run way the fuck up in em
    and wrinkle the face like linnin
    I play hard-eh till they say God..
    he's keepin it real jigga stay hard
    lawd don't even trip
    I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
    weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel
    when you nigga play sick we can all get ill
    -whats the deal-

    [Chorus]

    [Jay-Z]
    Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie
    promise to stay monogamous, I try
    but love you know these ho's be makin me weak
    Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep

    [Foxy Brown]
    What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
    bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
    Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
    so when you flip that coke
    remember them days you was dead broke
    but now your style and I raised you
    basically made you into a don
    flippin weight..heroin and shit
    you know my pussy is all that
    thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
    From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells
    so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
    Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
    on how I fuck the best a shit
    specially when I'm flippin Baileys
    dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
    I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
    Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
    I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
    before this rap shit
    when you was in letters and bullshit berattas
    and eek classes with mo in the glasses
    shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
    now all your mens' up in your benz's
    high post, I swear you be killin me
    playin inside my pubic hairs
    I never worry bout them other chicks
    cuz you proved who was your wiz
    when you was spinnin that bitch
    I took a little when you was up north
    your comisary stay pilin
    how you livin large on the island
    all them collects have me vex
    but when you come home
    knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks
    now we on the rise
    your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
    holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
    Fucks no, I see half the dough
    Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars

    [Chorus]

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