Ain't No Nigga - Foxy Brown Lyrics - Bring It On: The Best Of - Jay-z

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 your 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 thats 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 

Mmet your death in less than 8 seconds 

Still poundin in my after life 

Laugin my shit is tight 

You who askin right 

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Aint no nigga like the one I got 

No one can fuck you betta 

Sleeps around but he gives me alot 

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers 

Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone 

Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha 

Tell the freaks to find a man of there own 

(Man a they own, man a they own) 

Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag 

Lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks 

Got you a beeper to feel important 

Surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan 

I keep ya dove but love 

You know these ho's be makin me weak 

Yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep 

Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in 

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 hard-eh till they say God 

He's keepin it real jigga stay hard 

Lawd don't even trip 

I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get 

Weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel 

When you nigga play sick we can all get ill 

-Whats the deal- 

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Aint no nigga like the one I got 

No one can fuck you betta 

Sleeps around but he gives me alot 

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers 

Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone 

Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha 

Tell the freaks to find a man of there own 

(Man a they own, man a they own) 

Yo, aint 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 tubs 

Mackin this bitch, wifee 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 bagets 5 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 a shit 

Specially when Im flippin Baileys 

Dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis 

I push da 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 berattas 

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 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 with half of them 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 the dough 

Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars 

Aint no nigga like the one I got 

No one can fuck you betta 

Sleeps around but he gives me alot 

Keeps you in diamonds and leathers 

Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone 

Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha 

Tell the freaks to find a man of there own 

(Man a they own, man a they own)