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MEMPHIS BLEEK
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Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)
Lyricist:Shawn C Carter, Malik Deshawn Cox, Melissa A Elliott, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Timothy Z Mosley
R O C Memph Bleek Jigga man Missy, Twista sho' nuff Yeah yo
Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep callin' me Big and another one And my name is Jay Z, She was all on my dick Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas man I mean a hostess for my open hand You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man When I twist her in the Gold sedan Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man Jigga man, ice burg with the frozen hands Weddin' bells don't make it rosie man
Oh, is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep lickin' her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo, check it now, yo, yo Your hoe chose I, I ain't gonna lie What I look like turnin' down chocha Drove by, smokin' lye Recognize a pimp, open your eyes Hop in the passenger side of the ride Damn Bleek, can't speak Uh-huh, okay, what's up, shut up
And close the door Act like you been in the drop top On the open road before Fix your weave, then fix me Ever gave head doin' 160? Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy How you love how the white wife beater fit me M dot, him hot, them not, that's gangsta
Oh, is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep lickin' her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
The Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon fiendin' for the semen Chrome gleamin' like the dome off Keenan, gon' while I'm leanin' smokin' I'm whip it in the stomach, your bitch on the passenger side Of me flashin' your money, why you actin' so funny? You know she been flirtin', while your workin' behind the curtain Knuckles jerkin' for certain poppin' that pussy Sweatin' 'til no fluid is left, when I come in the party with J We gonna do it to death, you gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper Must have been mad, when your ho put my stuff in the dash Bust in her ass to climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop, legit ballers bendin' up the block Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props Suckin' and fuckin', lovin' it when I put tha dick up inside her Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah
Oh, is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep lickin' her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me? Room 112, hotel balcony How she say Jay you can call the house for me? There's no respect at all You betta check her, dawg She keep beggin' me to hit it raw So she can have my kids and say it was yours How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up, what the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your bitch You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't savin' it, unfaithful bitch
Oh, is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep lickin' her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep lookin' in his eyes Oh, is that your chick?
You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo, how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick, bought a new five, maybe a six Copped that for his new down bitch And I was diggin' that down since '96, shit Memph man, I'll take your bitch Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip And you know how it go when it come to the hoes She can do the same thing to the clique you know
Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me Got your wife callin' me daddy Put her out on the street let her get that cheese My bad is that your freak But you know how a thug do When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too
Oh, is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep lickin' her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from My ballin' clique, keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix From hangin' out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks That can only lead to somethin' unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch Play the floor dot Jigga man go first Then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock Got them bitches in the smash, makin' yours drive fast 'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga 'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the Hell can you stop that You would fuck mine, how the Hell can you knock that? I'm just playin' the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be?
Oh, is that your chick Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep lickin' her lips Is that your chick? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
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