FourFiveSeconds lyrics - Kanye West (with Rihanna & Paul McCartney)

[Verse 1 - Rihanna:]
I think I've had enough
I might get a little drunk
I say what's on my mind
I might do a little time
Cause all of my kindness
Is taken for weakness

[Hook - Rihanna:]
Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear I wish somebody would tell me
Ooh, that's all I want

[Verse 2 - Kanye West:]
Woke up an optimist
Sun was shinin', I'm positive
Then I heard you was talkin' trash
Hold me back, I'm 'bout to spaz

[Hook - Rihanna and Kanye West:]
Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear I wish somebody would tell me
Ooh, that's all I want

[Bridge - Rihanna:]
And I know that you're up tonight
Thinkin', "how could I be so selfish?"
But you called 'bout a thousand times
Wondering where I've been
Now I know that you're up tonight
Thinkin' "how could I be so reckless?"
But I just can't apologize
I hope you can understand

[Verse 3 - Kanye West:]
If I go to jail tonight
Promise you'll pay my bail
See they want to buy my pride
But that just ain't up for sale
See all of my kindness
Is taken for weakness

[Hook x2 - Rihanna and Kanye West:]
Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear I wish somebody would tell me
Ooh, that's all I want

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Midas Touch lyrics - Kanye West

That new Rihanna in the front
Bitches in the back don't like me though (Why!?)
I can't tell you 'bout stupid hoes (Why!?)
I bet she don't act stupid though

Cause I cut a bitch, ugh
I fucked a bitch, go and find another bitch and I never trust a bitch
You done text a nigga thirty times on some baby mother shit
Talkin' 'bout you celibate
But she still suck a dick
This that half a brick quarterbrick, aye!
Come and place your order bitch more of that gutter shit

New Rihanna in the front
Bitches in the back she don't like me though (Why!?)
I don't know she might be broke (Why!?)
I can't tell you 'bout stupid hoes (Why!?)
I bet she don't act stupid though

She know that I had sex with 'em
If she tryna get lit, then go ahead light a ho
What you bitches fighting for, now
I can't even, that's why you can't sit with us
You need to just sit your ass down
I heard you fucked a nigga, well I fucked that nigga too
And then he probably didn't tell you, that's what sucka niggas do
And if he hadn't tested me he woulda never fucked with you

Cause that New Rihanna in the front, bitch
Bitches in the back she don't like me though (Why!?)
Side piece 'bout to let wifey know (Why!?)
Thirsty hoes is tryna get chose (Why!?)
I bet she don't act stupid though

Cut that bitch in the bathroom
Cut that bitch in the bathroom
I cut that bitch in the bathroom
I catch that bitch in the bathroom
I bet you need to quit playing
Quit playing with me, bruh
Got a nigga fucked up, up in here

You know what I'm saying? That bitch saying she don't like me, you ask her why she [?]... I don't know, just like some shit stupid bitches say, you know I'm saying?

[Bibi Bourelly:] Like I can't even deal with this shit right now, this bitch is crazy, she must have lost her fucking mind. I'm tired of going back and forth with this ho, what the fuck? I can't even deal. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?

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Perfect Bitch lyrics - Kanye West

Uh, do you know about this motherfuckers
All you niggas is wack
Fuck swag
He gone girl, he gone

Uh, bitches all on his nuts yeah, dawg
We swarfing, we urging
Got a bitch, she's purging,
You shiny nigga will rick curbings
Fuck swag it's my virgin,
This tight shit, no virgin
Miss Marlene, no margin
We the way you niggas know surfin'
Uh, is it something I said?
You're upset, nigga get some head
You ain't got no hoes, well nigga get some bread
No grind, you're blind nigga we'll stay instead
This is liberty, no chivalry
You thirsty trick? No sipping me
I'm on E, I'm gonna take a leak on you weak niggas
I want all hate on me,
I'm laughing to the bank like hi-hi-hi
Corny shit, don't blame it on me nigga
I'm a free nigga, I'm gonna smoke that whiskey leaf
That's spotted pale, you better inhale
Don't be a clown, get in shape
Get in shape try to get me the crown
No guessed out, don't try to act ho
Niggas I can hide, but they eyes ain't low
Squad full of niggas like Horizon's Coast
Fuck your IBM nigga, I do the most
Turned up shit, that's the life I chose
Fuck school, we gon' pack it bitch
She knows me now she better study this
Hate on me, fuck it I love this
So I finish track, nigga ya might be missed

Uh, but you never own this mother fucker,
AKA no dinero, AKA I fucked your hole
Fuck your bitch, fuck your cool, fuck EMT
Fuck them Js, shut up bitch, uh

You're Callie Stew she's Damie Green
Shit was flight, shit was flame
Fire it up, y'all shift the lane
You a whore and now what that means
You a fame, you a faithful trance
That perfect glance, your thirsty grin
Now get your fuckin' opinion
Low bitch bore us, you type cleans
Aw hell no!

Back to the point, I don't feel y'all
You the type of niggas shopin' in the mall
Fucking ranches with dirty drawers
Now don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong
I'm a turned up nigga with a couple of flaws
I've been doing some shit that wouldn't get me rich
Fuck a bad flip, that's real shit
On to the next like real quick
Wow, Coco, white girl sipping that cocoa
That mean nothing to our personal
No disrespect, I might flex tho
I make them drop them drawers with [?]
I make them ho? my pill with their eyes closed
Make them suck the dick with a blindfold
I'm trying to win the nigga with the rhinestone
Yeah, I'm with this shit
Know a couple niggas all below the cliff
Niggas want the issue, they unload the shit
Fuck 'em with some niggas I don't give a shit
Untill shit's up, why you flossing me?
Why you talking shit, like you bossing me
Tryin' to take swag like you won some of them
They can chose me, I don't know them
Uh bitch, i'm yo daddy nigga, shut up!

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The Roc In Here lyrics - Kanye West

Get in... Get in... oha... the Roc in here
it's your boy Kanye to the... listen up man...

I get girls in my room like hostages
given me neck like ostriches
getten some play to real Kanye
cause we all know who do you Possies is

All my Gangsters mob to this
and all my strippers do your job to this
hell no I can't give you my cell phone
but you know where the hotel lobby is

For ya'll the same girls wouldn't give me no ass
nahana haly[?] surpass my whole upper-class
better if I meet her now I can fuck her fast
I pass... I be on some new shit

I wouldn't fuck none of the girls I went to school with
fuck around I ain't be on no cool shit
lay on see the models that me in my crew get on
see the fabolous duce I bought with the blueprint

She say: "Whoa! Kanye don't get caught up in the high,
?ain't no tell a neggle? left you after the night."
We'll lift the nice tonight pop bottles fuck models
sear money to your broke my Nigga live your life

Cause I'm livin' and actin' on Nigga American Dream
and all my dogs livin' by care sweet with me
so if I get here from dream that one for the team
fuck 7-0-2 that one for the crew

My thought Hip Hop really low crowded[?]
so if I ever get the smash this fuck's for you
I can barely dry the G fight I came by
just like a brainshot they know it's money in the side

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Way Too Cold lyrics - Kanye West (feat. DJ Khaled)

(originally "Theraflu")

[Hook]
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 1]
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik
I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day, to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we’re used to it
I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid
And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!

[Bridge]
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin’ with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you

[Hook]
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 2]
And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
And I’ll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
Around the same time she had fell in love with him
Well that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thang
Lucky I ain’t had Jay drop him from the team
La Familia, Roc Nation
We in the building, we still keep it basement

[Bridge]
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin’ with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you

G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest’

[Hook]
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without no...

Don’t talk to me ‘bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Talkin’ ‘bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Hollin’ ‘bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

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White Dress lyrics - Kanye West

[from "The Man With The Iron Fists" soundtrack]

[Hook]
Just me and you girl
(Wooooah oooh)
Just me and you girl
(Wooooah oooh)

Tryna sneak upstairs to your apartment
Aren’t you a sight for red eyes
I just flew in and slipped in on your left side
Just a satin gown, you asleep with no makeup
I’m just tryna be inside you ‘fore you wake up

[Hook]
Just me and you girl
(Wooooah oooh)
Just me and you girl
(Wooooah oooh)

We have problems but thats all in the past
Everybody got problems baby I got a past
Remember I used to do things that would make you laugh
Like ordering girl drinks in a masculine glass
You like pina coladas, getting caught in the rain
Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain
Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains
And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name
But they never let us do our thing
Everybody lying on who I bang
We was on fire but they blew our flame
Ain’t no denying baby you have changed
Cause now your high heels clicking
Your lip gloss glisten
Your hips start switching
You’re pissed off, tripping
Cause even when we’re kissing baby girl feel different
Friends all diss him like ‘no he didn’t?’
No he didn’t, is you talking about Kitten?
Is that bitch still stripping?
Tryna to get a pair of Christian’s?
I swear to God that they got you going crazy
But you play it off and say how it’s work baby
Well some of the models is too coked to walk straight
But seem to still love the man that they all hate
But babe I call you back and say that you say that always
It kept me on the phone and demanded they always
See, she knew about all my lies the whole time
Now my credit so bad I can’t get no one to co-sign
I woulda thought she woulda busted a dope crime
But she up and left a nigga and she aint give me no sign
Now she back in the club in a tight dress
With dreams of someday wearing a white dress
Seen with some lame, it’s a miracle that she’a talk to a nigga
with a ten year ago swag
Plus I don’t like none of her girlfriends
Quote unquote cause her girlfriends got girlfriends
On the phone hollin’ at niggas is watever
Lets fly to Euro make this the best summer ever
Now she headed to Rome, Rome is the home
Rome is where she act like she aint got no fucking phone
I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown
So I can’t bitch and moan in a session gettin stoned
So a nigga had to hop on a plane
A bus and a train to try and come talk and explain
Rented the whole bottom floor for a candle light dinner
Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her
And told her even though I met you in a club in a tight dress
At first sight I can picture you in a white dress
30 foot train, diamond from Lorraine
Just to make up for all the years and the pain
Family on both sides I’m so glad you came
Auntie couldn’t make it, oh no, thats a shame
Wedding in June, what could be better
Lets fly to Euro make this the best summer ever
Take the very last car of the Eurostar
Tell the conductor just drive so far
Told some of your friends and they wasn’t excited
Well we’ll go to the country side and they won’t be invited
We will not be disturbed by the fussing and fighting
Tell peaches light the herb, we just re-united, we just re-united
Lets make a move on these herds, go somewhere private
I’m talking just me and you and a plane and a pilot

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"Yeezus" (2013)




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On Sight lyrics - Kanye West

[Verse 1:]
Yeezy season approaching
Fuck whatever y'all been hearing
Fuck what, fuck whatever y'all been wearing
The monster about to come alive again
Soon as I pull up and park the Benz
We get this bitch shaking like Parkinsons
Take my number and lock it in
Indian hair, no moccasins
It's too many hoes in this house of sin
Real nigga back in the house again
Black Timbs all on your couch again
Black dick all in your spouse again
And I know she like chocolate men
She got more niggas off than Cochran (Huh)

[Hook:]
On sight
On sight

How much you wanna give a fuck?
Let me show you right now before you give it up
How much do I not give a fuck?
Let me show you right now before you give it up

[Bridge:]
He'll give us what we need
It may not be what we want

[Verse 2:]
Baby girl tryna get a nut
And her girl tryna give it up
Chopped em both down
Don't judge 'em Joe Brown
One last announcement
No sports bra, let's keep it bouncin
Everybody wanna live at the top of the mountain
Took her to the bleau she tried to sip the fountain
That when David Grutman kicked her out
But I got her back in and put my dick in her mouth

[Hook:]
On sight
On sight

[Outro:]
Ugh, huh
Right now, right now
I need, I need
Right now

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Black Skinhead lyrics - Kanye West

For my theme song, my leather black jeans on
My by any means on, pardon I'm getting my scream on
Enter the kingdom but watch who you bring home
They see a black man with a white woman at the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong
Middle America packed in, came to see me in my black skin
Number one question they asking, fuck every question you asking
If I don't get ran out by Catholics, here come some conservative Baptists
Claiming I'm overreacting like them black kids in Chiraq bitch

Four in the morning, and I'm zonin'
They say I'm possessed, it's an omen
I keep it 300, like the Romans
300 bitches, where's the Trojans?
Baby we livin' in the moment
I've been a menace for the longest
But I ain't finished I'm devoted
And you know it, and you know it

So follow me up cause this shit's about to go down
I'm doin' 500, I'm outta control now
But there's nowhere to go, now
And there's no way to slow down
If I knew what I knew in the past
I would have been blacked out on your ass

Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin'
They say I'm possessed, it's an omen
I keep it 300, like the Romans
300 bitches, where's the Trojans?
Baby we livin' in the moment
I've been a menace for the longest
But I ain't finished, I'm devoted
And you know it, and you know it

Stop all that goon shit, early morning cartoon shit
This is that goon shit, fuck up your whole afternoon shit
I'm aware I'm a wolf, soon as the moon hit
I'm aware I'm a king, back out the tomb bitch
Black out the room bitch, stop all that coon shit
These niggas ain't doin' shit, these niggas ain't doin' shit
Come on, homie, what happened?
You niggas ain't breathing you gasping
These niggas ain't ready for action
(Ready, ready for action)

Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin'
I think I'm possessed, it's an omen
I keep it 300, like the Romans
300 bitches, where's the Trojans?
Baby we're livin' in the moment
I've been a menace for the longest
But I ain't finished, I'm devoted
And you know it, and you know it

So follow me up cause this shit's about to go down
I'm doin' 500, I'm outta control now
But there's nowhere to go, now
And there's no way to slow down
If I knew what I knew in the past
I would've been blacked out on your ass

God [11x]

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I Am A God lyrics - Kanye West

[Intro: Capleton]
Blazing, mi don't want them
Mi need them
Blazing
Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated
Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated

[Intro]
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

[Hook]
I am a god
Hurry up with my damn massage
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am a god
Even though I'm a man of god
My whole life in the hands of god
So y'all better quit playing with god

[Verse 1]
Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you
Cause kissing people ass is so unlike you
The only rapper compared to Michael
So here's a few hating-ass niggas who'll fight you
And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you
And I don't even wanna hear 'bout what niggas might do
Old niggas mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they never liked you
Pink-ass polos with a fucking backpack
But everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
Virgil Pyrex, Don C snapback
Ivan, diamond, Chi-town shining
Monop' in this bitch, get a change of climate
Hop in this bitch and get the same thing I'm in
Until the day I get struck by lightning

I am a god
So hurry up with my damn massage
In a French-ass restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissants
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Verse 2]
I just talked to Jesus
He said, "What up Yeezus?"
I said, "Shit I'm chilling
Trying to stack these millions."
I know he the most high
But I am a close high
Mi casa, su casa
That's that cosa nostra
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Outro: Justin Vernon]
Ain't no way I'm giving up. I'm a god

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New Slaves lyrics - Kanye West

[Verse 1:]
My momma was raised in an era when,
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself.
You see it's broke nigga racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And there's rich nigga racism
That's that "Come here, please buy more"
What you want a Bentley, fur coat and diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things
Used to only be niggas now everybody play me
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves

[Hook:]
You see it's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower

You see it's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower

[Verse 2:]
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwing hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
Fuck you and your corporation
Y'all niggas can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm about to wild the fuck out
I'm going Bobby Boucher
I know that pussy ain't free
You niggas pussy, ain't me
Y'all throwing contracts at me
You know that niggas can't read
Throw on some Maybach keys
Fuck it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye
Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can't see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they'll confuse us with some bullshit like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock niggas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that private owned prison
Get your piece today
They Probably all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout their maid
Fuck you and your Hampton house
I'll fuck your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn shit up
I'm 'bout to tear shit down
I'm 'bout to air shit out
Now what the fuck they gon' say now?

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Hold My Liquor lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Chief Keef & Justin Vernon)

[Intro: Justin Vernon]
I can hold my liquor
This man can't handle me
But this man can't handle his weed
On Chicago, south of town
I'm on in Indiana
I'm heard on the radio now

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas
And my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me, my nigga
But you really just know the old me

[Verse: Kanye West]
Bitch I'm back out my coma, waking up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover, slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla, I'm hanging on a hangover
Five years we been over, ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya, one more fuck and I can own ya
One cold night in October, pussy had me floating
Feel like Deepak Chopra, pussy had me dead
Might call 2Pac over, Yeezy's all on you sofa, these the red Octobers
Still ain't learn me no manners, you love me when I ain't sober
You love me when I'm hungover, even when I blow doja
Then her auntie came over, skinny bitch with no shoulders
Tellin' you that I'm bogus, bitch you don't even know us
Baby girl, he's a loner, baby girl, he's a loner
Late night organ donor, after that he disown ya
After that he's just hopeless, soul mates become soulless
When he's sober it's over and bitch, I'm back out my coma

[Bridge + Hook]
I can't handle no liquor
But these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas
And my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me, my nigga
But you really just know the old me

[Outro: Justin Vernon and Kanye West]
I heard you need a new fad
I heard you need a new stack
I heard you need a new phone
I know your 'rents ain't be home
Callin' up your uncle's place
Shit's all over the place
I don't hear your phone
Ohhh on the phone

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I'm In It lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Justin Vernon)

[Kanye West:]
Damn your lips very soft
As I turn my Blackberry off
And I turn your bath water on
And you turn off your iPhone
Careless whispers, eye fuckin', bitin' ass
Neck, ears, hands, legs, eatin' ass
Your pussy's too good, I need to crash
Your titties, let 'em out, free at last
Thank God almighty, they free at last
We was up at the party but we was leavin' fast
Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas
I'm lyin', I needed condoms, don't look through the glass
Chasin' love, lot of bittersweet hours lost
Eatin' Asian pussy, all I need was sweet and sour sauce
Tell your boss you need an extra hour off
Get you super wet after we turn the shower off

[Agent Sasco:]
That's all them can do (say wah, say wah)
That's all them can do
We deal with action thing
Just a badman thing a dat dem cab do
Action thing yo a badman thing

Man a badman you fi know say
Disrespect we no tek, no way Jose
Try that 'pon February the 30th
That's hard, couldn't try that no day
When we roll round 'pon your block
Nuh bother feel say we won't spray (like a aerosol can)
When we roll round 'pon your block
Nuh bother feel say we won't spray (like an aerosol can)
We ago smile pan court day
Because we beat murder charge like O.J

[Kanye West & Justin Vernon:]
That's right I'm in it (Should've known I would fall)
I'm in it (Stepping on tacks on the floor)
That's right (And boys at your door)
That's right I'm in it (Well you need to fight for your own)
That's right I'm in it (Then don't let me at your table)
I'm in it (If you just gonna lay there)
Fist jumps in the air, you love flame wars
I'll be gone long, grab that  [?] set your  [?]

[Kanye West:]
Picked up where we left off
I need you home when I get off
You know I need that wet mouth
I know you need that reptile
She cut from a different textile
She love different kinds of sex now
Black girl sippin' white wine
Put my fist in her like a civil rights sign
And grabbed it with a slight grind
And held it 'til the right time
Then she came like AAAAAHHH!

That's why I'm in it and I can't get out (That's all them can do)
That's why I'm in it and I can't get out (That's all them can do)
Lay it off, it off, it off.
Star fucker,
Star fucker,
Star fucker,
Who? Where?

[Kanye West:]
Time to take it too far now
Michael Douglas out the car now
The kids and the wife life
But can't wake up from the night life
I'm so scared of my demons
I go to sleep with a nightlight
My mind move like a Tron bike
Pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist
I'm gonna start a new movement
Being led by the drums
I'm a rap-lic priest
Getting head by the nuns
They don't play what I'm playing
They don't see what I'm saying
They be balling in the D-League
I be speaking Swaghili

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Blood On The Leaves lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Tony Williams)

I just wanna clear my mind now
It's been racin' since the summertime
And I'm holdin' down the summer now
And all I want is what I can't buy now
Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I told you to wait
Yeah I told you to wait
So I'm a need a little more time now
Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I thought you could wait
Yeah, I thought you could wait
These bitches surroundin' me
All want somethin' out me
Then they talk about me
Would be lost without me
We could've been somebody
Thought you'd be different 'bout it
Now I know you naughty
So let's get on with it

You could've been somebody
'Stead you had to tell somebody
Let's take it back to the first party
When you tried your first molly
And came out of your body
And came out of your body
Running naked down the lobby
And you was screamin' that you love me
Before the limelight tore ya
Before the limelight stole ya
Remember we were so young
When I would hold you
Before the glory
I know there ain't wrong with me

Something strange is happening

You could've been somethin'
We could've, we could've been somebody
Or was it all our first party
When we tried our first molly
And came out of our body
And came out of our body

Before they call lawyers
Before you tried to destroy us
How you gon' lie to the lawyers?
It's like I don't even know ya
I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia

Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas
I ride with my niggas, I'll die for my...

To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert"
He Instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two thousand dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side
Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid
Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that
Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that
That going to that owing money that the court got
On and on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie
'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony

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Guilt Trip lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Kid Cudi)

[Intro:]
I need to call it off, I need to make it known
'Nother one, something gone, Capricorn
Dancing out on the lawn, fancy like the things she likes
She lives her life, I'm living mine

[Bridge:]
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, chop it and spray
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, chop it and spray

[Verse:]
Maybe it's cause she into Leos
And I was into trios, plus all the trips to Rio
Couldn't have helped, it's gettin' cold
Better bring your ski clothes, pick it through the keyhole
The door locked by myself and I'm feelin' it right now
Cause it's the time when my heart got shot down
Blocka-blocka, blocka, blocka-blocka, blocka
Pour a little champagne, cranberry vodka
Feelin' lied to like parents never said you adopted
Your feelings like Zulu, then nothing is a Shaka
I hit her with Jamaican dick, I'm the new Shabba
She lookin' for her daddy, call me Big Poppa
On to the next saga
Focus on the future and let the crew knock her
Star Wars fur, yeah I'm rockin' Chewbacca
The one Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka

[Bridge: Popcaan]
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, chop, chop chop
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, chop it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK

[Hook:]
In my mind, in my, in my mind
In my mind, mind, mind, mind
In my mind, in my, in my mind
In my mind, mind, mind, mind
In my mind, in my, in my mind
Mind, mind, mind

[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Ohh
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
Let me go, let me go

[Hook:]
In my mind, in my, in my mind
In my mind, mind, mind, mind
In my mind, in my, in my mind
In my mind, mind, mind, mind
In my mind, in my, in my mind
Mind, mind, mind

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Send It Up lyrics - Kanye West (feat. King L)

[King Louie:]
Rockstar bitch call me Elvis
M.O.B, she call me selfish
Success got 'em jealous
Shorty's killing, while I'm drilling
Tattoos, how they break the news
It was real if you made the news
Last night my bitches came in twos
And they both suck like they came to lose
Dropped out the first day of school
Cause niggas got cocaine to move
I be going hard, I got a name to prove
Killing 'em, honey how I make the pain improve

We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down

We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down

[Kanye West:]
This the greatest shit in the club
Since "In Da Club"
It's so packed I might ride around
On my bodyguard's back like Prince in the club
She say "Can you get my friends in the club?"
I say "Can you get my Benz in the club?"
If not, treat your friends like my Benz
Park they ass outside 'til the evening end
When I go raw, I like to leave it in
When I wake up, I like to go again
When I go to work, she gotta call it in
She can't go to work, same clothes again
And her heart colder than the souls of men
Louboutin on the toes again
Tight dress dancing close to him
Yeezus just rose again

[King Louie:]
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down
We can send this bitch up, it can't go down

[Beenie Man:]
Memories don't live like people do
They always 'member you
Whether things are good or bad
It's just the memories that you have

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Bound 2 lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Charlie Wilson)

[Hook:]
Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Bridge:]
All them other niggas lame, and you know it now
When a real nigga hold you down, you supposed to drown

[Hook:]
Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Verse 1:]
What you doing in the club on a Thursday?
She say she only here for her girl birthday
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty
Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty
I know I got a bad reputation
Walking 'round, always mad reputation
Leave a pretty girl sad reputation
Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation
I turnt the nightclub out of the basement
I'll turn the plane 'round, your ass keep complaining
How you gon' be mad on vacation?
Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans
Uh, this that prom shit
This that what we do, don't tell your mom shit
This that red cup, all on the lawn shit
Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch

[Charlie Wilson:]
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

[Kanye West:]
Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches

[Hook:]
Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

[Verse 2:]
I wanna fuck you hard on the sink
After that, give you something to drink
Step back, can't get spunk on the mink
I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
Hey, you remember where we first met?
Okay, I don't remember where we first met
But hey, admitting is the first step
And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect
And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep
But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect
And hey, ayo, we made it, Thanksgiving
So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas
She asked me what I wished for on the wishlist
Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?
Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
But first, you gon' remember how to forget
After all these long-ass verses
I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept

[Charlie Wilson:]
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
No hiding your love, no hiding, no hiding
Just grab somebody, no leaving this party
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

[Kanye West:]
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth

[Hook:]
Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey)

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