Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who You Wit, artist - Jay-Z. Album song D Abuz : Suspect, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cut killer
Song language: English
Who You Wit |
Uh-huh, yeah hah |
Never sprung huh? |
Jigga, Roc-A-Fella y’all |
Never sprung huh? |
Yeah, peep the repertoire |
Papas, feel me on this one |
Papas, feel this |
Never sprung huh? |
Know my style |
I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches |
Rough bitches, don’t matter, you my bitches |
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches |
Can’t knock your hustle for real, it’s aight bitches |
I’m game tight, see it all through the platinum French frames |
With the French name, in the same night |
Pull you and your tight friend |
Lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in |
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R |
Sexin' in a Lexus car |
Match wits with the best of y’all, the rest of y’all |
Is like veg-etables in my presence, check it |
Reminiscin' to nothin' you ever heard |
Iceberg Slim baby, ride rims through the suburbs |
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred |
Get money like I’m down South, Wednesday the third, it’s on |
More, dough to get, more shows to rip |
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit? |
Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick |
More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit? |
Can’t scheme on 'em, Roc-A-Fella got a team on 'em |
Chicks dream on him, trick cream on him |
Lose it when dudes think it’s just music |
Lean on 'em, flash green on 'em and diamond rings on 'em |
Sexin' around the way girls down to miras |
I’m somethin' every girl gotta have like Levi’s |
Chiquita, mi amor, see how raw |
You can love me or hate me, either or |
I’ma stay winnin', rock the custom drop Bentleys |
Never eat at Denny’s and party like Lil' Penny |
Can he live? |
Trick or main chick but if she leave |
Just as quick, Indian give, ha-hah |
Now what I look like? |
Givin' a chick half my trap |
Like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I’m havin' that |
You be the same chick when you leave me |
The bankbook and the credit cards |
And take everything you came with (it's on) |
More, dough to get, more shows to rip |
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit? |
Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick |
More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit? |
You know the move’s major, never minor |
'Cause when you a true player, they never find ya |
We takin' trips abroad with chicks from afar |
Down in the grill in the villa, gettin' iller |
Never know I’m at the resort, readin' to Robb Re-pes-ort |
Checkin' out this new wine, inhalin' the cork |
Million miles from the puddles, the rainy days, the tussles |
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won’t get caught |
Had beef of all sort but I turned it around |
Chose my steps more wisely, I’m learnin' the ground |
I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound |
Now it’s million dollar deals, (straight) turnin' 'em down |
Roc-A-Fella make or break me, 'til death do us |
Won’t be in your right mind, you ever step to us |
Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there |
Then I realized that it didn’t make sense there |
Backtrack, show me where the cash at |
And plus, frivolous beef, please, we looking past that |
Y’all can gossip while we learnin' the world |
Drop the hot shit, never returnin' your girl, it’s on |
More, dough to get, more shows to rip |
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit? |
Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick |
More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit? |
More, dough to get, more shows to rip |
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit? |
Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick |
More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit? |
More, dough to get, more shows to rip |
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit? |
Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick |
More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit? |
More, dough to get, more shows to rip |
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit? |
Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick |
More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit? |
Fucka! |
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millennium |
Recognize, realize, it’s on |
Roc-A-Blok y’all, ahh |
Laughin, it’s on |