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Lady Pank
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I see you jockin' Jay-Z 'cause he got a Mercedes And you know about his lady I see you jockin', Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z Jockin', jockin', jockin' Jay-Z Jocking Jay-Z Jockin', jockin', jockin' Jay-Z Jocking Jay-Z Jockin', jockin', jockin', jigga, jigga Jocking Jay-Z I'm so, dope boy fresh Who's house? Have no doubt 'Bout the only rapper still gettin' money in a drought Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I moved South in the global, I'mma mogul Fifty thousand feet in the air and I'm still on my mobile Fuck, talking 'bout the recession that shyt's depressing I rock wit Obama but I ain't a politician And I do what the thugs and the gangsta's do I ain't a blood but I'm war'ing with the boys in blue Crooked officer crooked officer Why you wanna see me in a coffin, sir? Is it against the law, the way I'm flossin', sir? Bens's, Rolls Royce's and Porche's, uhh Haters like have why you still talking money shit [Unverified]'cause I like money bitch I like fly shit, you like gossip I let you do you, why you riding my shit? That bloke from Oasis said I couldn't play the guitar Somebody should'a told 'em I'm a fucking rock star Today is gonna be the day that I'm gonna throw it back to you I'm living life as a rocker, I'm like Pimp C partner Coming down in Mercedes, peeling off on the boppers Worldwide show, I'm coming down in a chopper 180 thousand screaming, have with the rock up It's too easy, I got ladies on shoulders Showing my they chi-chi's I met honey at the show last year Now I'm acting brand new like a world premiere I know life ain't fair but chill, baby girl, my girl, is here I got models in the moshpit Dancing off beat but they know the words to MY shit You ain't gotta jock, Jay-Z, jock fly shit You ain't gotta jock me, homey, jock my chic Jock how snobby, she body you with the fifth No that's not pilates her body just thick You ain't gotta jock her nigga jock my click Jock the dope boys 'cause we all toss bricks Federalis jock me while I'm crossin' the bridge Click, click take a portrait of this I ain't a pretty rapper but got a gorgeous wrist Got handsome checks and my flow's pretty sick I'm so ghetto sheek I'm where the hood and high fashion meet Ohwee, I'm like the camouflage Louis How you niggas want it, the tux or the two leaf Haters, I ain't mad at you If I wasn't me, I'd prolly be jockin' me too
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