Best of Me Lyrics

feat. Jay Z

Yes y'all, Jigga man be balling
Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawling
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in

Have mammies calling for the Lord darling
Jigga Impalling, ass drop
Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot
Nigga mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I'm used to not having a lot
I'm from the gutter and oh
I ain't the type to ever chase your box
I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state clockwork, Jigga's the hurt holla

Lips are telling me yes
While you're kissing on my neck
Making me feel so
Should I stay, should I go?
I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind I know

Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me

Best of me, best of me

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The feeling's starting to show
Should I stay, should I go?
I don't know
You're driving me crazy
I wanna be your lady
But I got a man at home

Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me

The best of me, the best of me
I see now

Carolina blue kicks, hottest nigga on the block
Used to wheelie bicycles since I was six
High school crossover, waived away picks
Music is the same shit, gave away hits
So ma, get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard I can get it through leather
You acting like Jigga can't get at whoever
Talking you got a man, okay ma, and?
That's high school making me chase you around for months
Have an affair, act like an adult for once
Plus my hand is up your skirt, goddamn you flirt
What's a little me on top gonna hurt?
Maybe a little but
Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the I like it rough type
We can crush tonight, tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice
Get right, Young Hova