Download clean Vinyl lp CD mp3 audio song by Jay Z ft. Foxy Brown and this music is titled “Ain’t No Nigga”.
Actually this wonderful tune is popped out of an album which is titled “Reasonable Doubt” Which is released in the year 1996.
Listen up below with full lyrics.
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit
Indeed, you gotta know you’re thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own ’96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace that’s why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
They conniving shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin’ in my after life
Laugin’ my shit is tight
You who askin’ right
Ain’t no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta’
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends’ll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of they own)
Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin’ half black and Filipino fakin’ no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounding your feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin’ me weak
Y’all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I’ve been sinnin’ since you been playin’ wit Barbie and Ken and
You can’t change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps ’em grinnin’
So I run way the fuck up in ’em
And wrinkle the face like linnin’
I play hardah till they say God
He’s keepin’ it real jigga stay hard
Lord don’t even trip
I never slip, nigga what you don’t see is what’cha get
Weapons concealed what the fuck y’all feel
When you nigga play sick we can all get ill
Whats the deal?
Ain’t no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta’
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends’ll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of they own)
Yo, ain’t no stoppin’ this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these hoes be makin’ me weak
Y’all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep
What up boo, just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tubs
Mackin’ this bitch, wifey nigga
So when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke
But now your style and I raised you
Basically made you into a don
Flippin’ weight, heroin and shit
You know my pussy is all that
Thats why I get begets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I’m ringin’ bells
So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin’
On how I fuck the best a shit
Specially when I’m flippin’ Baileys
Don’t give a fuck about how you move with them other mami’s
I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin’ in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit
When you was in letters and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally’s
Now all your mens’ up in your Benz’s
High post, I swear you be killin’ me
Playin’ inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin’ that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
Your commissary stay pilin’
How you livin’ large on the island
All them collects have me vexed
But when you come home
Knew I was comin’ off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin’ this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fuck’s no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin’ hundred thousand dollar cars
Ain’t no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta’
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends’ll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of they own)
Ain’t no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta’
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
