| 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 **** 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, mother****a show me | |
| Chorus x2 |
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