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Jay-Z - Girls Best Friend


Jigga man
Swizz Beatz
History in the making
Part three
Lights out ladies

Come here daddy, you drive me crazy
Don't want nobody, but you my baby
Hold me tight, and call me your lady
Make me scream your name

I took you out of Jacobs and Clusters
Busters they wanted to rush us
Love the way you sparkle when the sun touch ya
When you blush you turn blue, if the grade is right
You could light up the whole room, turn it day from night
When the summertime is in, and the tops are down
With you around my neck we lock the whole block down
It took shortsleeve and a land, to understand
The reason they call you wife, everybody breathe
Independent in the sun, who can shine like you
And that platinum in the charm, who can blind like you
Direct reason why niggas do the crime they do
I use to snatch the necklace right off them reckless fools
Just I was jealous that they was so next to you
So I devoted half my time to invest in you
The other half was spent on protecting you
Cause you belong to me
Now sing the song for me


I'm often with you, so they wonder 'bout the juice I got
I took you from the projects and an abusive pops
>From the bottom to the top
The skateboard to the drop
>From the nada to the Prada
I got ya like I got ya
>From the first time I put you 'round my neck and locked ya
It was then I knew everywhere I went you'd follow
Soon I spent every dime, you became my habit
Other brother bites was smoke, mines was carats
The more checks I got, the more laced my crew
The rocks got bigger, watch face got loo
Tricked a little bit, I laced my boo
Fuck it, my mistress, I laced her too
Cop my jewels twice, like deja vu
If they ever met in the mall, it's over ya'll
Just the way I do, and either way you win
I mean the thugs love ya, but ya girl's best friend


And the wedding band you love
In the gold chain you thug
Sometimes you given just because
And the tennis bracelet means they want relations
Know that they wanna fuck, the only reason they give you up
In the hands of goldiggas, you never enough
Rings, things, just never enough
With me and you together, we gon shine to the end
I mean the thugs love you, but you girl's best friend

Chorus fade till end


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