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the game - uncle otis (jay-z diss) lyrics

“uncle otis (jay-z diss)”

this sh-t for my uncle otis

here’s a dome shot to this n-gg- named otis
n-gg-s think they the coldest but n-gg- you just the oldest
n-gg-s be chasing they youth but it’s gone
yo ‘ye, this n-gg- ain’t even wanna put you on
and then he turned around, put on sean
but forget to tell em benny han han don’t sell no f-cking wonton’s
i don’t wear sean john, but f-ck with that ciroc sh-t
tupac back, well hit em up on some pac sh-t
who run the world? jayceon
will kelly rowland come and be my motivation
if you invented swag then i invented gangsta
got one in the chamber, the throne is now in danger
and i don’t wear no gucci gucci fendi fendi prada
i’m charles louboutin, you n-gg-s ain’t sayin’ nada
lil white b-tch better stay in ya place
you call me a n-gg-, i’ma put the k in ya face
it’s a stick up b-tch

(so put your hands up in the air)
(i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna)
know is any gangstas up in here?
i do it, i do it, boi
so put your hands up in the air
(i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna)
know is any gangstas up in here?
i do it

call khaled, tell him
f-ck it, i’m on one
i created tyler, the creator
here go courtside seats
you are now watching the greatest
shades blocking the haters
stays rocking the layers
the show goes on
til i start aiming the lasers
and lupe’ll souffle half you m-th-f-ckers
its the drew league, i don’t wanna speak about the rucker
cause jennifer lopez just got a divorce and i already got her up in the porsche
tryna teach you how to love
how to love
marc anthony too short (b-tch)
look how that n-gg- look
and i’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot crooks and castles
all my n-gg-s crooks with castles
red nation graduation yeah crooks with t-ssels
it’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party
sittin up in marvins room, blowing that marley
you wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air

i got the money up in the rubber band
don’t run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
i ain’t morris chestnut, i ain’t ricky
but i give you 9 shots, you can call that fifty
dre got that super b-ss i just call it nicki
working on that detox, blowin on that sticky
can i hit it in the morning?
better be a quickie
gotta hustle hard, ace, tunechi and ricky
waves frank ocean, you can see my odd future
you gon need more than novacaine after i shoot ya
yesterday i went to coach-lla not to see jigga
i went to see wiz but there’s amber, perfect
i took a seat on the red futon
hit it with that wiz sh-t on, whatever
so put that p-ssy on my face
and let me taste, a little taste
i’ma eat it up like it’s my last
i’ma i’ma do it different, she ain’t gettin no cash
you know why? i’m not a star
somebody lied i got a chppper in the car, huh
that ain’t a lie

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