• Title:That's My Bitch
  • Artist:Kanye West & Jay-Z
  • Album:Watch The Throne
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    Jay-Z - That's My Bitch

    Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are
    look, you had no idea what ya dealing with
    something on some of this realest sh-t
    something, something
    yeah. thats my b-tch
    thats my bitch
    sh-shorty right there
    I've been waiting for a long long time
    just to get off and throw my hands up high
    and live my life
    I paid for them titties, get your own
    it aint safe in the city, watch the throne
    you say I care more about them basquion's, basquiats
    she learning a new word, its yacht
    blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her
    Too Short called, told me “I fell in love with her”
    seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
    and some lesbians that never loved n-ggas
    twisted love story True Romance
    Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
    I'm a freak huh, rock star life
    the second girl with us, thats our wife
    hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
    who's the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle
    no disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
    but my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle
    just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high
    Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning
    Not swerving, oh, yeah
    Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
    Stop motion, ooh, yeah
    Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, gofigure
    Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up
    How could someone so gangsta be so pretty in pictures
    Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
    Picasso was alive he woulda made her
    That's right nigga, Mona Lisa can't fade her
    I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice
    But why all the pretty icons always all-white?
    Put some colored girls in the MOMA
    Half these broads ain't got nothing on Wyldna
    Don't make me bring Thelma in it
    Bring Halle, Bring Penelope and Selma in it
    Back to my Beyoncés, you deserve three stacks word to Andre
    Call Larry Gagosian
    You belong in museums, you belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building
    You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealin'
    You too dope for any of those civilians
    Now shoo children, stop lookin' at her t*ts
    Get your own dog, ya heard
    That's my b**ch