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Jay-Z - B*****s & Sisters [*] lyrics
(Let's describe a certain female) (Let's describe a certain female) (Let's describe a certain female) [Jay-Z] (Bitch) you know my name and the company I own (Bitch) you like my style and you smell my cologne (Bitch) don't try to act like my track-record ain't known (Bitch) you probably gotta couple CD's in your home (Bitch) don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight Also diddy like, like, like You ain't a (Bitch), I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant again Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off Before the neighbors take off to go to work So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit (Bitch) I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening to (Bitch) (Bitch) (Bitch) Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight Also diddy like, like You ain't a (Bitch), You ain't no better cuz you don't be fucking rappers You only fuck with actors, you still getting fucked backwards (Bitch) Unless you fucked a dude on his own merit And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw leverage You're a (Bitch), No ma, you're a (Bitch) (Let's describe a certain female) (Let's describe a certain female) (Let's describe a certain female) Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for? Uh [Jay-Z] (Bitch) Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve SIsters work hard, bitches work your nerves Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids Bitches in street with their nose in your biz Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live Bitches have niggers all up in your crib Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie" Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie Sisters love Jay cuz they know how 'Hov is I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch. |
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