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20 bag shorty lyrics – jay-z

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jay-z:
no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest
mc somthing wrong wit ya
motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see
musically when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint
pictures beatufully but
n-gg-z is near sighted dont worry about plageris it’ll
take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears
outta no where like da
information contain by the phycic like it or not i
pay dues and expect to be
paid back why da f-ck should i freestyle im gettin
paid to rap i slang a track
laid back almost till its a sin tell ya god somebody’s doin a good job
impersonatin him j-hova spittin game from da range
rover what da f-ck is yall
doin in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got
it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy like jerry h-lla cream is cherry vanilla
got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall
know da style burn da town
down and change the locale im doin da same sh-t except its legit

chorus: x2
got a twenty cart shorty better play dat sh-t you owe
me twenty baby better pay
dat sh-t got twenty bag son better blaze dat sh-t they
said i wasn’t seeing
twenty but i made dat sh-t

gotti:
pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them
kids wit tips who tops
down bricks who get money quick see me representin
bomb city on da bill block
and mic before they get a mill i sold pills all night
the illest outta life got
my mind on fate cause even im tour n-gg- still aint
safe i keep a tre eight on
my left smoke a l for stress countin dirt bag lex i
be da x like malcom puff
for now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns u
keep it real where u from
cause where u at might put da dagger in yo back its
like livin wit yo homey dat
be on crack and fat my n-gg-s know my styles phat like
hoes in da l darodo my
mine toatin f-ck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont trust em

chorus: x2

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move wit da n-gg- huh frum man chilla burge sh-t word sh-t i slpurge big
scrilla observe when you work spit bird sh-t killah
not to be purterb with herb
sh-t deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking
bust a rapper bust a
cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner
calling dog sh-t brog sh-t
soon as you feel that sog sh-t you be like oh sh-t broke n-gg-s resort the
gl-ss looking opposite the track -ss whooping opposite
the black cl-ss hooker
the fat -ss f–ker triple your cash criple your stash
p-ss shooker the past
aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps f-cking
up in the streets keep
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing
lotta kids commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow
even if it cross shorts
f-ck weed cop c-ke cause da sh-t cost more but n-gg-s
say i floss to much but
when i take it off and such they say i lost my touch
those b-tches like the
money i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies
with they cunnin little
glare shorty let me see the tail if its really that
sh-ttin she hit me with a
felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that sh-t now
every body splittin even
holdin snow b-lls and i aint talkin bout mittens what
i talkin bout mittens
foreal snowb-lls

chorus: x2

/ jay z lyrics