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letra de z - success - jay

(feat. nas)

[jay-z:]
i got these n-gg-s breezy, don’t worry about it
let that b-tch breathe!
i used to give a f-ck, now i give a f-ck less
what do i think of success
it sucks too much to stress
i guess i blew up quick, cause friends i grew up with
see me as a primi, but i’m not and my nut’s big
i don’t know what the fuss is
my career is ill-strious
my rep is impeccable
i’m not to be f-cked with, with sh-t
let that b-tch breathe!
i’m way too important to be talking extorting
asking me for a portion is like asking me for a coffin
broad daylight i off ya on switch
ya not too bright, goodnight, long kiss,
bye-bye, my reply, blah-blah
blast burner then p-ss burner, to tyty
finish my breakfast, why?
i got an appett-te for destruction and you’re a small fry
now where was i
let that b-tch breathe!
i used to give a sh-t, now i don’t give a sh-t more
truth be told, i had more fun when i was p-ss poor
i’m p-ssed off, is this what success all about
a bunch of n-gg-s acting like b-tches with big mouths
all this stress, all i got is this big house
couple cars, i don’t bring half of them sh-ts out
all this ace of spade i drank, just to p-ss out
i mean i like the taste, could have saved myself six hours
how many times can i go to mr. chow’s, tao’s, n-bu
hold up, let me move my bowels
i’ll sh-t on y’all n-gg-s, og tell these boys

[juan:]
y’all ain’t got sh-t on my n-gg-

[jay-z:]
i got watches i ain’t seen in months
apartment at the trump i only slept in it once
n-gg- said hova was over, such dummies
even if i fell i land on a bunch of money
y’all ain’t got nothing for me
nas, let that b-tch breathe!

[nas:]
success, mclaren, women starin’
my villain appearance
sacred blood of a king
in my vein ain’t spillin’
ghetto oth-llo, sugar hill, romero
camaro driven
i climax from paper then ask why is life worth livin’
is it the hunt for the sh-t that you want
to receive is great but i l-st giving
the best jewelers want to make my things
i make jacob sh-t on lorraine, just to make me a chain
n-gg-s mention of one love, came home to paper in hand
ain’t got to brag about the feds young man
old cribs i sold, y’all drive by like monuments
google earth nas, i got flats in other continents
worst enemies want to be my best friends
best friends want to be enemies, like that’s what’s in
but i don’t give a f-ck, walk inside the lion’s den
take everybody’s chips, about to cash them in
up your catalogue dog, mines worth too much
like mike jack’s atv pub, mottola can’t touch
let this b-tch breathe!

[jay-z & nas:]
let this b-tch breathe!

- jay

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