Heard It All Lyrics by Amil

Heard It All Lyrics

    [amil]
    Nigga you ain't told me nothing i ain't heard and
    Action speaks louder than words and
    Said you would treat me right
    They said you be sweating every freak in sight
    Yeah i know, one day you gon marry me
    Yeah i know, you want to have your seed
    Yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other
    Yeah i know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
    Oh, you never felt this way before, huh
    Wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh
    What happened to them minks and the diamond rings
    Lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things
    Nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch
    If i can't get the keys just to drive the whip
    If i ain't the one you take on the private trips
    If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga

    Chorus
    [jay-z]
    We'll always be togetha
    No one can fuck you betta
    [amil]
    Yeah nigga i heard this all before
    Yeah nigga i heard this all before
    Yeah nigga you drive me crazy
    I wanna have your baby
    [jay-z]
    Yeah bitch, i heard this all before
    Yeah bitch, i heard this all before

    [jay-z]
    I thought you ain't like rap
    You was deceiving me
    All you do all day is watch bet
    Actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride
    Mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes
    You shouldn't play games wit pimp like i
    Now that i gained you, i'm supposed to sympathise
    Yeah i know, you hait parties and you never go out
    Yeah i know, you a nun and you stay in your house
    Yeah i know, well can you please do me this favor
    How you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that
    Shit, we both gamin eachother
    Lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother
    I tried to front on you i take you to my rest
    You tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed
    I'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa
    You trying to score your self a gucci parka
    And that new shit from prada
    You tryin to get a rich baby father
    I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
    This ain't rocket science
    Ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin
    And stop frontin like your shit is real
    You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill
    And if you are a nice girl, and i read you wrong
    Look, i'm sorry if i lead you on, ok

    [amil]
    Nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize
    I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side
    I mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell
    I mean damn, why i still got to ring the bell?
    I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans
    When i call you don't even know who i am
    So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me
    Don't tell me, motherfucka show me

    Chorus x2

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