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Jay-Z

Super Ugly

 

Super Ugly


I got myself a gun
Brooklyn, stand up
I got myself a gun
But really, I don't need the heat
Ya heart pump project Kool-Aid you sweet (nigga)
I ain't gotta two-way you gays
This is not beef
This is rap homie
I don't have a scratch on me
You feel Jay soft
Rip Jay off
Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million
Look
I got beef with like a hundred children
Niggas with pink suits
Trying to get cute
You a little outta line homie
Don't let the 9 homie
Put ya out ya mind homie
Just rhyme homie
Kick yo little lies
I kick my real facts
Like you sneaking out the back
At the Source Soundlab (uh)
We wasn't chasing you
We had a tape and too
We came through to do our little one, two thing
It wasn't a Roc-a-Fella come through thing
If it was on like that (nigga)
Why would I come through Queens
Y'all Queens niggas know how I do
I got mo' shooters in Queens Bridge than you
Niggas'll tie you up on the Colosseum roof
And open beer bottles off ya boy's chipped tooth
Look here

I got myself a gun, uh oh!
Yea, I got myself a gun

Listen
I'm the J, the A, to the fuck this broad
This nigga never sold aspirin
How you Escobar?
Had to buy you're chain back the last time you got robbed
The nerve of this coward nigga (oh my God)
And all rap rumors are innuendo
I bring them to you live
Lift up ya window
Let the public begin to see your dirty laundry
Ya'll don't want me to continue (Hova)
Super ugly, nigga

I don't give a fuck

All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me
She ain't playing
Believe what I'm saying

Me and the boy A.I. got more in common than just balling and rhyming
Get it? More in Carmen
I came in ya Bentley backseat
Skeeted in Jeep
Left condoms on ya baby seat
Here nigga, the gloves is off
The love is done
It's whatever, whenever, however, nigga (one)
And since you infatuated with saying that gay shit
yes you was kissing my dick when you was kissing that bitch
Nasty shit
You thought I was boning Ranette
You calling Carm' a hundred times I was boning her neck
You got a baby by that broad
You can't disown her yet
When does ya lies end?
When does the truth begin?
When does reality set it?
Or does it not matter
Gotta hurt that I'm ya baby mama's favorite rapper
And ask your current girl
She know what's up
Holler at a real nigga, Jigga

I don't give a fuck

feito

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