Ain't No Nigga

Lyrics

Foxy Brown
 What? Jay-Z, what
 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 gotcha 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 connivin' shit
 The first chance to crack the bank
 They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
 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 eight seconds
 Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
 Who you 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
 (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
 Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
 Man o' they own, man o' they own
 (Yea, yea)
 Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
 Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
 Got you a beeper to feel important
 Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
 I keep ya dove but love
 You know these ho's 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 'n'
 You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
 The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
 So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen
 I play hard-eh till they say God
 He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
 Lawd, don't even trip
 I never slip, nigga, get a grip
 What you don't see is whatcha get
 Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
 When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
 (What 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
 (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
 Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
 Man o' they own, man o' they own
 Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
 Promise to stay monogamous, I try
 But love, you know these ho's 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 tub
 Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
 So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke
 But now you're style and I raised you
 Basically, made you into a don
 Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
 That's why I get bagets five carats and all that
 From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
 So who the playa? 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 o' shit
 Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
 Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
 I push da Z, eatin' 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 levers 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
 'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch
 I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
 How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
 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
 Fucks no, I see half o' 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
 (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
 Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
 Man o' they own, man o' 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)
 Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:03
Key
9
Tempo
99 BPM

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