Champions (Round & Round) lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Desiigner, Travis Scott, Big Sean, Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz & Quavo)

 [Intro - Quavo:]

Lifestyle on camera

Hundred thousand dollar chandelier

They tried to turn me to an animal

But white people think I'm radical

Supermodels think I'm handsome

You might think I'm too aggressive

Really I think I'm too passive

Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'

[Hook - Travis Scott:]

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go

Round and round they go

[Verse 1 - Kanye West:]

Pray for me

I'm about to hit the Ye button

I don't wanna say nothin' wrong

But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin'

Imagine if I ain't say somethin'

Wasn't nothin', you could say nothin'

I done lost and made money

Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me

And I'm fresh out of debt in this motherfucker!

And they still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker!

Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on

I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]

Fresh out the pen in this motherfucker

And they still ain't ready yet for a motherfucker

Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on

Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones

[Hook - Travis Scott:]

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go

Round and round they go

Champions, we run the city

Number one, they fallin' from the top

Round and round they go

Round and round they go

[Verse 3 - Big Sean:]

Look, I say a prayer for my enemies

They cannot slow down what's meant for me

Funny how they come around like I can't see through their secret identities

Lately it's all about Zen and me

Subtractin' the negative energy

With the family, turn your ass to a memory

I'm with the team of the century

I blow the check up, detonation

Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination

Time my destination

I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflectin' Satan

I'm a motherfucking champion

This right here the fuckin' anthem

I can't dap you without hand san'

I don't know where your dirty ass hands been

I wake up to like a hundred texts

Championship team, but we can't cut the net

She all off in my jersey lookin' underdressed

I'm finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX

With 1500...

[Hook - Travis Scott + Desiigner:]

1500, all in singles (straight up!)

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go

Round and round they go, round and round they go

Round and round they go

Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole

[Interlude - Quavo:]

Lifestyle on camera

Hundred thousand dollar chandelier

They tried to turn me to an animal

But white people think I'm radical

Supermodels think I'm handsome

You might think I'm too aggressive

Really I think I'm too passive

Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'

[Verse 4 - 2 Chainz:]

I took a nap in the pulpit

I never like how a suit fit

I got a pocket full of money

It got me walkin' all slew-foot

I'm on my wave like a cruise ship

In that hoe's mouth like a toothpick

Anyone get in my way

Nothin' to say, I tote them choppers like pool sticks

I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris

Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks

I come and find your apartments

We never had our damn pool fixed

Walk in the mall with my new bitch

Tell that bitch get the whole rack

My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch

Then pull me a new bitch

See that is a snowball effect

I got gold on my neck

Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck

I got a mansion full of marble floors

It look like I could go bowl in this bitch

Versace logo on bowls in this bitch

Like I'm a serial killer

I put the real in gorilla

I did this shit for my niggas

[Hook - Travis Scott (Desiigner):]

1500, all in singles {straight up!}

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go

(Round and round they go, round and round they go)

Round and round they go

(Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole)

Champions, we run the city

Number one, they fallin' from the top

Round and round they go

(Round and round they go, round and round they go)

Round and round they go

(Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole)

[Verse 5 - Yo Gotti:]

I'm Yo Gotti!

Reach for my chain is suicide

The car I drive fit two inside

They mad at Ye cause he all in the neighborhood

But he let them goons inside

Let's fuck up the neighborhood

Let's fuck up the neighborhood

Buy every house in this bitch

You know that the money good

My racks in the kitchen go round and round

Play with the kid, I'm a gun you down

The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found

Official trapper let me show it down

More shit than a Pamper

All we rock is bandanas

Whips on nasty, no manners

I just got head in a Phantom

[Verse 6 - Gucci Mane:]

She say she don't want a chump, baby want a champ

She say money make her cum, Gucci make her damp

1017's the Squad, Gucci Mane's the stamp

And he don't ever sleep, he's a fuckin' vamp

I heard your bitch ride on the bus, you don't give a damn

My bitch drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am

I love my Auntie Jean, but fuck Uncle Sam

I'm a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram

Never test the kid so I don't have to clown

My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown

And I don't really fuck around

I gave my bitch two mil' cause she stuck around

[Hook - Travis Scott (Desiigner):]

1500, all in singles {straight up!}

Throw it up, watch it fall and drop

Round and round they go

(Round and round they go, round and round they go)

Round and round they go

(Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole)

Champions, we run the city

Number one, they fallin' from the top

Round and round they go

(Round and round they go, round and round they go)

Round and round they go

(Ridin', be slimin' and ride with the woes

That nigga die in a hole)

Classic (Better Than I've Ever Been) (DJ Premier Remix) lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Rakim, Nas, KRS-One)

 And now for my next number I'd like to return to the…

[Nas:] Classic

[Kanye West:] Uh, uh, – timeless

[Kool G Rap:] Live straight classic

[Nas:] Classic

[Kool G Rap:] Live, straight classic

[Kanye West:] Timeless

[Sample:] I'd like to return to the classic

[Rakim:] Kanye West

[Rakim Sample:] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone

[Rakim:]

Uh yeah, is y'all ready for 20-07? It's now another drought

Everybody's a killer, wow, we buggin' out

Since '86 showing the crowd what I'm about

And they still wanna know when the album coming out

Ask the teenagers, OG's and nasty kids

What their definition of "classic" is

Timeless, so age don't count in the booth

When your flow stay submerged in the fountain of youth

Ain't no doubting the truth, I'm off the meters

Everybody cosigning, even non-believers

Since I came in the door became one of y'alls leaders

In a fresh pair of Air Force One sneakers

Uptowns, we call 'em uppies when they're on divas

Probably worn when KRS-One teaches

Nas made you look before the heaters

I bet you Kan' had em on when he walked with Jesus

[Nas:] Classic

[Kanye West:] Uh, uh, – timeless

[Kool G Rap:] Live straight classic

[Nas:] Classic

[Kool G Rap:] Live, straight classic

[Kanye West:] Timeless

[Sample:] I'd like to return to the classic

[Rakim:] Kanye West

[Rakim Sample:] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone

[Kanye West:]

You can't buy this Superfly-ness, like a shine is

Your Highness is performing; look how long the line is

It's what happens when you make shit that's timeless

It's what happens, these rappers is the pioneers

What do it take to be a legend like Nas is?

That's so novice, I'm so polished

I got a right to be a lil bit snobbish

I did a lil bit of college

Semesters, it took two, like Rob Base

To let me figure out this wasn't my place

The beat's slow, 'til you listen to my pace

‘Cause I be killing shit, but that's evident

And y'all feeling it, but I expected it

If it's classic, it's gon' last forever then

I'm everywhere you never been, and better than I ever been

And now for my next number I'd like to return to the…

[Nas:] Classic

[Kanye West:] Uh, uh, – timeless

[Kool G Rap:] Live straight classic

[Nas:] Classic

[Kool G Rap:] Live, straight classic

[Kanye West:] Timeless

[Sample:] I'd like to return to the classic

[Rakim:] Kanye West

[Rakim Sample:] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone

[Nas samples - 'One Love' & 'It Ain't Hard To Tell':]

Hold the fort down, represent to the fullest

Nas'll rock well

[Nas:]

Perseverance, see the fake hustler rapper

To them, it hurts to hear this

Oh, you went platinum? Yeah, that's nice

Now let me see you do the same thing twice

Three times, four times, then a couple of mo' times

Please, you're Amateur Night, it's Showtime

It's one life to live, so live it the best you can

The world could use one less man

Not enough air, not enough car factories

To manufacture new vehicles, sedans and vans

When they do make the whip you like, your chips ain't right

By the time you could afford it, the car ain't important

In the streets I'm in, it's just iron

Cops keep firin' in my environment

Leaving you slumped, then they drive home

Far from the hood, brothers they eager to jump on

I like to be the wall that they toast up on

I like to see them fall, guilty for doing wrong

I'm classic like the Air One's, the hustler shoe

That's what I'm accustomed to, yeah

And now for my next number I'd like to return to the…

[Nas:] Classic

[Kanye West:] Uh, uh, – timeless

[Kool G Rap:] Live straight classic

[Nas:] Classic

[Kool G Rap:] Live, straight classic

[Kanye West:] Timeless

[Sample:] I'd like to return to the classic

[Rakim:] Kanye West

[Rakim Sample:] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone

[KRS-One Sample:]

Of course - we have Blastmaster KRS-One

[KRS-One:]

How many of y'all got Criminal Minded?

You, you, you; y'all don't be blinded

Me, I got no jewels on my neck

Why? I don't need 'em, I got your respect

KRS-One, twenty years I rock

I do it for JMJ and Scott La Rock

This hip-hop and we's a nation

Don't you wanna hear more KRS-One on your radio station?

Instead of broadcasting how we smoke them trees

On the radio we need to hear more local emcees

Where you at? C'mon, where you at?

This is the difference between emceeing and rap

Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal

Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people

Peace, Love, Unity, havin' fun

These are the lyrics of KRS-One

And now for my next number I'd like to return to the…

[Nas:] Classic

[Kanye West:] Uh, uh, – timeless

[Kool G Rap:] Live straight classic

[Nas:] Classic

[Kool G Rap:] Live, straight classic

[Kanye West:] Timeless

[Sample:] I'd like to return to the classic

[Rakim:] Kanye West

[Rakim Sample:] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone

Donda (Original Version) lyrics - Kanye West

 [Donda West:]

"There could never really be justice on stolen land

Are you really for peace and equality?

Or when my car is hooked up, know you wanna follow me

Your laws are minimal

'Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal

This has got to cease

'Cause we be getting hyped to the sound of the police

Now here's one little truth, open your eye

While you're checkin' out the boom box, check out the exercise

Take the word, 'Overseer,' like a sample

Repeat it very quickly in a crew, for example

Overseer, overseer, overseer, overseer

Officer, officer, officer, officer

Yeah, officer from overseer

You need a little clarity? Check out the similarity

The overseer rode around the plantation

The officer is off, patrollin' all the nation

The overseer could stop you from what you're doing

The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuin'

The overseer had the right to get ill

And if you fought back, he had the right to kill

The officer has the right to arrest

And if you fight back, he'll put a hole in your chest

Woop, they both ride horses

After four hundred years," says KRS-One

I have no choices

[Kanye West:]

Blood of the lamb

Can I hear me a little bit louder?

They will overcome

The Devil is usin' you, confusin' you

Our job is to understand who is who

Righteous indignation in this nation

We gon' start a revolution in this basement

And at the end of the day, it's truly blessings

Y'all had your statistics and all them goofy questions

Y'all had your fake leaders, don't worry, we got it

And plus it's only twenty-one days to break a habit

Momma, I need you to tuck me in

I done made some mistakes and they rubbed it in (Boy)

I know you and grandma had enough for them (Boy)

Why I gotta be so stubborn then? (Boy)

I'm doin' this one for y'all

So we could end racism once and for all

How many praises they gon' make? (Uh) Watch the safe

One hand wash the other, both hands wash the face

Donda (Pusha T Version) lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Stalone, The World Famous Tony Williams, Pusha T)

 Forever, ever

Can you hear me? Yeah

Forever, ever

Forever, forever, no

Glorious, glory, glory, glory

Glory, glory, glory, glory

It feels good to be home

And to all of you, I thank you so much for your support

For your support of me for so many years

And more importantly, for the work you continue to do

What did he want me to talk about?

Well, he said something that was a little bit dangerous

He told me I could talk about anything I wanted to

And you know, I am my son's mother

The man I described in the introduction is being so decidedly different, my son (When you're runnin' outta time and you're not outta time)

And what made the project extra special to me is

I got a chance to share not only what he has meant to me

But what he has meant to a generation (Chase the time)

As one writer said, we came from somewhere

Not just from the wombs of our mothers and the seeds of our fathers

But from a long line of generations who came before us

Is the kingdom (Is the kingdom)

And the power (And the power)

And the glory (And the glory)

Forever? (Forever)

Is the kingdom (Is the kingdom)

And the power (And the power)

And the glory (And the glory)

Forever? (Forever)

Forever, yeah

Forever, yeah

Forever, forever, no, oh, yeah

Glorious, glory, glory, glory

What did I teach him? (Glory)

And why Kanye ain't scared?

I'd rather deal with the shame than take the weight of the lie

Every time we talk I just wait for the lies

Every time I get the food, I just wait for the flies

Look, just send your prayers up, they'll be waitin' in the sky

My, my, my, Miss American Pie

Was a hero after Katrina but that levee went dry

Mom met my dad back in '75

Two years later, the chosen has arrived

Holy, Holy, Holy Father

Hold me in an ocean worth of Holy Water

And David's slingshot, hope it throws you farther

You brought church to stadiums built for only soccer

When the world built on lies, the truth is a threat

Faith over the fortune, it kept you outta debt

It's snakes in money pits that you ain't found yet

Crooks behind the scene like, "He ain't drown yet?"

Rain bills from the ranch 'til the whole town wet

God's grace rains down, that's the holy fountain

Got twelve thousand acres full of holy mountains

See, you almost didn't make it, who are you without Him?

Holy, Holy, Holy Father, hold me in a ocean the size of Holy Water

Man, if plan A worked, you wouldn't know your daughter

For every tear you cried in South Carolina

Is the kingdom (Is the kingdom)

And the power (And the power)

And the glory (And the glory)

Forever? (Forever)

Is the kingdom (Is the kingdom)

And the power (And the power)

And the glory (And the glory)

Forever? (Forever)

Face Down lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Quavo, Lil Yachty)

 [Kanye West (Quavo):]

Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down?

Bad girls always keep they phone face-down

I love you when you face-down (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Quavo:]

Quavo

Face-down the only time you come around (yeah, face-down)

Face-down the only time you come around (yeah, face-down)

Young nigga came from that Bobby Brown (Whitney)

(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

All my money came out that mud or ground (yeah)

They can't be real (no), or I can't be real (no)

But I like how I feel (I do), I like how I feel (I love it)

I gave her a deal (ayy), I gave her a pill (ayy)

Now she worth a mil' (yeah), now she worth a mil' (million)

Ice all on me (ayy), these racks all on me (yeah)

You can walk all on me (uh), you can skate all on me (yeah)

Niggas ain't homies (woah), but you can wait on it (grah)

You can wait on it (woah), I bet I'ma eat my opponent (argh)

I'ma need some manners (ayy), I'ma need some more cameras (flash)

I'm too hot to handle (ah), blow money like candles (phew)

Riding on camels (yeah), in Dubai riding camels (oh)

Wanna buy me a camel (oh), but I want and bought panorama (ay)

Yeah-yeah, higher than fighter jets (high)

Face-down now she soaking wet (face-down)

Yeah, I really wanna ride with her (ride)

But the pussy got mileage (mileage)

Yeah, I'm dabbing and styling (styling)

I wanna hold her up for hostage (hostage)

But she end up outsmarting me 'cause she did four years in college (damn)

Ayy, ayy, yeah, she did four years in college (damn)

Yeah-yeah, I'ma gon' give her this molly (damn)

Yeah, I was gonna give her this molly (damn)

Yeah-yeah, have her face-down on a island (yeah)

[Kanye West (Quavo):]

Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down?

Bad girls always keep they phone face-down

I love you when you face-down (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Lil Yachty:]

I'll never trip over you (no), it's more fish in the sea (yeah)

Soon, I promise you'll see, yea, you the one who need me (uh-huh)

I can't convince you if you ain't gon' listen

I ain't going on no damn-damn mission (oh)

Flipped your phone, you had phone calls missing

Who the fuck is this nigga named Tristan?

These bitches are so stupid, all your life, have you been a groupie?

No morals, there's no sorrow, you must like peasants

You coulda been with the pharaoh, oh, oh-no, oh-no, oh

Famous (Original) lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Young Thug)

 [Nina Simone:]

Man I can understand how it might be

Kinda hard to love a girl like me

I don't blame you much for wanting to be free

I just wanted you to know

[Kanye West (Young Thug):]

For my southside niggas that know me best

I feel like Taylor Swift still owe me sex

Why, I made that bitch famous (Swea)

I made that bitch famous (I made her famous)

For my Chitown niggas that know me best

I feel like Amber Rose still owe me sex (Chiraq)

Why? I made that bitch famous

Not really, but somewhat famous (err, kinda)

All I do is get tattoos and read French Vague

Every bitch in the spot wanna drink my Ragu

[Young Thug:]

Who am I remind you? (What?)

But tell me, who am I to remind you? (Who am I?)

And did you know that the country, Switzerland

It was famous for lakes?

And I think I got my ring from there 'cause it's icy like skates

Nigga, icy like hockey

Cold like a dead body, yeah

[Nina Simone & Young Thug:]

I just wanted you to know

I've loved you better than your own kin did

From the very start (Oh yeah)

I don't blame you much for wanting to be free

I just wanted you to know

[Kanye West & Young Thug:]

Nike slave, fit in your place

Don't come out your face

Don't come out your mouth

Don't come out your house

Don't come out the blah

It came out the North, it came out the South

The tally is down

Bumpin' the...

The hate is anony...

The copacabana...

It made me...

Someone told me...

The world turnin' Black slowly

Where you can call niggas "niggas"

But you better not mention Hitler

So tell me who run the label, where the guns from? Us

Tell me now, where we get the guns from? Us

Tell me now, where we get the guns from? Us

US!

[Nina Simone & Young Thug:]

I just wanted you to know

I've loved you better than your own kin did

From the very start

I don't blame you much for wanting to be free

Free like a bird

I just wanted you to know

Know what I'm sayin'?

[Young Thug:]

One more time for the Chi-Town

One more time for the A-Town

I bet that money come around if you stay down

I swear, I just came from Europe, my money colored like a clown

Nigga play with keys, Swizz Beatz

Nigga only fuck unique freaks

Still Michael Jackson after all these leaks (what?)

Yeah bitch you're still Dirty Diana to me (woo!)

Pop a hundred bottles, I'm the shot caller (ballin'!)

Came up out a hot boy, fuck a baller blocker

Bitches makin' lots of noise like Griselda Blanco

You hit it first and bought a purse and she moved off your blocka (fool!)

Lick the molly off my hand

Smokin' loud, ambulance

And I was high as hell, I need to come down

Somebody call Tar, I need a Xan

Eat that pussy like a jelly bean

My [?] is bigger than a jelly bean

Got a mink on like I'm Hakeem

Got fish filet but we don't fry these

Gold card with a Trojan

Rub the bitch with the lotion

Bitch I'm ballin' like Kobe

Bitch I'm ballin' like LeBron

No, no, we don't broadcast

Pussy nigga gotta show

Monkey nigga actin' like they don't know me

But a lot of monkey niggas owe me

[Nina Simone & Young Thug:]

I just wanted you to know

I've loved you better than your own kin did

From the very start

I don't blame you much for wanting to be free

I just wanted you to know

Famous (Remix) lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Rick Ross, Rihanna & Swizz Beatz)

 [Intro - Rihanna & Kanye West:]

Man I can understand how it might be

Kinda hard to love a girl like me

I don't blame you much for wanting to be free

I just wanted you to know

Swizz told me let the beat rock

[Verse 1 - Kanye West & Swizz Beatz:]

For all my Southside niggas that know me best

I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex

Why? I made that bitch famous, God damn

I made that bitch famous

For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West

If you see em in the streets give em Kanye's best

Why? They mad they ain't famous, God damn

They mad they're still nameless, Talk that talk, man

Her man in the store tryna try his best

But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh

But we still hood famous, God damn

Yeah we still hood famous

[Chorus - Rihanna:]

I just wanted you to know

I loved you better than your own kin did

From the very start

I don't blame you much for wanting to be free

Maybach Music

I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]

The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the fumes

The aura arrogance is been known to fill the room

Boom, little nigga who are you?

Roc-A-Fella Records on record to kill a crew

Vegas in my palms a don like the

Only one with beat taste from Kanye on my momma stew

For the ye I've been known to be Karmaloop

Malcom X in his head say my name and here come to troops

Hands out my pocket I cock it and let it loose

And Dame was spilling I'm Adele on a nigga boots

Martin Luther King's real estate was a dream

Farrakhan's farm was one that I once seen

The final call dogs stay on your dean

Fragrances Agent Provocateur stay on my queen

Mind your business the killers can intervene

I'm half naked in the GQ magazine

Tours looking like its wrestlemania

I'm The Rock setting fires to the stadium

Burn it down then I'm off to anther beat

Might get engages to a freak just for a couple weeks

Something I can't afford

If you not a playboy that's something I can't endorse

Win, lose, or draw William living like he Biggie Smalls

Balling its tax season I was born to be a boss

See that your face froze

Bobby Brown lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the ghost

Coogie and Cartier causalities of the fame

Your bitch MCM she even tagging my name

[Bridge - Sister Nancy & Swizz Beatz:]

Bam bam, bam bam

Bam bam dilla, bam bam

Ey what a bam bam

How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air

Bam bam dilla, bam bam

Bam bam eh

Bam bam, bam bam

Let me see your middle finger in the air

Bam bam, bam bam

Bam bam dilla, bam bam

Let me see you act up in this motherfucker

Ey what a bam bam

Bam bam dilla, bam bam

How you feeling, how you feeling, how you feeling in this mother fucker, God damn

Bam bam

One thing you can't do is stop us now

Bam bam, bam bam

Bam bam dilla, bam bam

You can't stop the thing now

Ey what a bam bam

Man it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too late you can't fuck with us

Bam bam dilla, bam bam

Bam bam, bam bam

Bam bam, bam bam

To the left, to the right

Bam bam dilla, bam bam

I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this

Ey what a bam bam

Bam bam, bam bam

Bam bam dilla, bam bam

[Outro - Nina Simone:]

I just wanted you to know

I loved you better than your own kin did

From the very start

I don't blame you much for wanting to be free

I just wanted you to know

Hot Shit lyrics - Cardi B, Kanye West & Lil Durk

 It's too hard (It's too hard)

Tay Keith, it's too hard

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now this that hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, Superfly shit

Might get in the tub with my all my ice on some pock shit

Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch

New Chanel, I rock it, twist and it ain't even out yet

All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious

Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed

Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left

Bad bitch contest, there wouldn't be a contest

Ooh, smokin' dope

I'm connected

I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist

I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace

Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast

Still might slide on the opp

It's electric

Hatin' didn't work, so they lie (So they lie)

These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried (And they fried)

I know they wouldn't miss them if they died

Tell 'em move, move, move

New Chanel on my body, it's a boost

I'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced ('Duced)

One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (Truce)

Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use (Use)

Oof (Oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two

This that block music

This that drop location, drop a opp music (Too mad)

This ain't for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock users

And Ion talk down on treacherous hoes who known to be a cock user

This that pill talk, gotta buss his head, he cut out all the music

Who said you game, who said you can come around this bitch and hang? (Who?)

And I fucked your baby mama, mama and I ain't say a thing (Shh)

They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that '21

I pick my side, switches fully

And I'ma die for 21 (Pull up, gang)

I got plenty cars, I hit plenty stars and didn't come

I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies, I ain't pay for none

You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you? She fuck Future too?

I know that Von hitter, she pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo (Smurk)

Oof (Oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two

Pinky swear you ain't scared when you heard Ye appeared

I'ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill ya man

I'm just sayin' now, start to get used to the pain

Till one day I said, "Fuck it", brought my masseuse on the plane

Why you playin'?

Reachin' the gang

Losin' hand

Where you stayin'?

Where was J at, where was them at?

Where you done that, where you live at?

Another headline, where your head at?

Nigga, go home, where your kids at?

They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve, mmm, mmm

When we lost Virg, I was on the verge, mmm, mmm

I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge, mmm, mmm

We just made a silent movie with no words, mmm

Guess who toppin' now? Uh

God got me now, uh

Guess who at Balenciaga, guess who shoppin' now? Uh

They can't stop me now, uh, I've been poppin' now, uh

Cardi, where your sister at? I need Henny now, mmm, mmm

I flew in and out, hundred fifty thou', mmm, mmm

Now, even when they shout, gotta shout me out

So ahead, go ahead, mmm, mmm

Not even close, all of y'all is number two

Oof (Oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two

I Love It lyrics - Kanye West & Lil Pump (feat. Adele Givens)

 [Adele Givens:]

'Cause you know in the old days

They couldn't say the shit they wanted to say

They had to fake orgasms and shit

We can tell niggas today: "Hey, I wanna cum, mothafucka"

[Lil Pump:]

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it)

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it)

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (love it, love it)

(I'ma fuck a bitch, tell her cousin)

Your boyfriend is a dork, McLovin (dork, McLovin, ooh...)

I just pulled up in a Ghost (Ghost)

Fucked that bitch up out in London (up out in)

Then I fucked up on her cousin

Or her sister, I don't know nothin' (uh-uh, woo)

And my niggas gettin' ignorant

Like a lighter, bitch, we ignant (ignant, yeah)

All this water on my neck

Look like I fell when I went fishin' (fell)

So much diamonds on my bust down

Ooh, fuck, what's the time? (where we at?)

Me and Smokepurpp sippin' drank (Purpp!)

Ooh, fuck, she take lines (lines)

[Lil Pump & Kanye West:]

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it, scoop!)

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it)

[Kanye West:]

You're such a fuckin' ho

When the first time they ask you if you want sparklin' or still?

Why you try to act like you was drinkin' sparklin' water 'fore you came out here?

You're such a fuckin' h..

I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!)

I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!)

I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!)

I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!)

I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck

I like my dick sucked, I'll buy you a sick truck

I'll buy you some new tits, I'll get you that nip-tuck

How you start a family? The condom slipped up

I'm a sick fuck, I'm inappropriate

I like hearin' stories, I like that ho shit

I wanna hear more shit, I like the ho shit

Send me some more shit, you triflin' ho bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Lil Pump:]

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it)

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it)

[Adele Givens:]

'Cause you know in the old days

They couldn't say the shit they wanted to say

They had to fake orgasms and shit

We can tell niggas today: "Hey, I wanna cum, mothafucka"

I Love It (Freaky Girl Edit) lyrics - Kanye West & Lil Pump (feat. Adele Givens)

 [Adele Givens:]

'Cause you know in the old days

They couldn't say the sh.. they wanted to say

They had to fake orgasms and sh..

We can tell ..iggas today:

"Hey, I wanna.."

[Lil Pump & Kanye West:]

You're such a freaky girl, I love it (I love it)

You're such a freaky girl, I love it (I love it)

You're such a freaky girl, I love it (love it, love it)

Your boyfriend is a dork, McLovin (dork)

(McLovin; ooh, ooh, ooh)

I just pulled up in a Ghost (Ghost)

That—that—ch up out in London (up out in)

Then I f—d up on her cousin

Or her sister, I don't know nothin' (uh-uh, woo)

And my ni—as gettin' ignorant

Like a lighter, we—we ignant (ignant)

All this water on my neck

Look like I fell when I went fishin' (fell!)

So much diamonds on my bust down

Ooh, uhf—what's the time? (where we at?)

Me and Smokepurpp sippin' pinch (Purpp!)

Ooh, uhf, she take lines (lines)

You're such a freaky girl, I love it (I love it, scoop!)

You're such a freaky girl, I love it (I love it)

[Kanye West:]

You're such a freaky girl

When the first time they ask you if you want sparklin' or still?

Why you tryna act like you was drinkin' sparklin' water 'fore you came out here?

You're such a freaky..

I'm a real freak, I need a real freak (whoop!)

I'm a real freak, I need a real freak (whoop!)

I'm a real freak, I need a real freak (whoop!)

I'm a real freak, I need a real freak (whoop!)

I'm a sick pup, I like a quick jump

I'll light your wrist up, I'll buy you a sick truck

I'll buy you some new gifts, I'll get you that nip-tuck

How you start a family? The condom slipped up

I'm a sick puppy, I'm inappropriate

I like hearin' stories, I like the whole script

Like where your clothes went before you post it?

Send me some mo' pics, you look nice for four kids...

[Lil Pump & Kanye West:]

You're such a freaky girl, I love it (I love it)

You're such a freaky girl, I love it (I love it)

[Adele Givens:]

'Cause you know in the old days

They couldn't say the sh.. they wanted to say

They had to fake orgasms and sh..

We can tell ..iggas today:

"Hey, I wanna.."

I Need To Know lyrics - Kanye West

 I need to know, you down to do whatever?

Down to get it poppin'? Down to get topless? Ohh

I need to know if you about cuttin'

Or you about frontin', baby, I need to know

I spent my last eight checkseses on a neck-e-lace

So I better get some sex for this, shit

She wanna sip up on the Crissy Cris

Like it's Christ-e-mas and I'm St. Nicholas

I got her and her sister in that white Benz, dyke twins

I ain't gon' lie, they only fives but together they ten

And would I do 'em again? Hmmm, hmmm

It's like old folks pissin' 'cause it all depends

And it's no coke sniffin', just juice and gin

Grey Goose to get you loose then hit the nigga producin'

The track that got you movin', this track got you movin'

So crazy you don't know what you doin'

You been telling them jokes, and it's not a rumor

I like a girl with a sense of humor

To give me head 'til it ache and it's not a tumor

So let me know what's goin down 'fore I pay for this room 'cause

I need to know, you down to do whatever?

Down to get it poppin'? Down to get topless? Ohh

I need to know if you about cuttin'

Or you about frontin', baby, I need to know

Now if you got it, you got it

And if you don't then you probably won't

Sissy nigga call 'em maricon

I never hit a lady but my game might abuse 'em

Buy 'em boots just to tell 'em that I Jimmy Choose 'em

Take 'em back to confuse 'em

So she don't know if she comin' or goin'

'Cause mami, after I'm cummin', I'm goin'

Back to the show, just frontin' and flowin'

Jewelry stuntin' and glowin', this life is somethin', I know it

And I been known to have a ho or two

'Cause my diamonds yellow like a smoker tooth

I tell 'em step into the vocal booth

Roll a joint, smoke a few, after that I'm pokin' you

After that, it's over, boo, baby, grab your coat and voom

I need to know, you down to do whatever?

Down to get it poppin'? Down to get topless? Ohh

I need to know if you about cuttin'

Or you about frontin', baby, I need to know

Now there's three different levels to relationships

Pollyin' at the club with 'em, talkin', gettin' affectionate

Leavin' and havin' sex with 'em, kickin' 'em out

Trickin' on models, dimes and rats

Now I don't get into that, I kick that habit

I just keep 'em impressed, let 'em seat in the Lex

Never eat 'em unless that fuckin' cat looks fresh

I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin'

I got a nine in my pants and baby, I'm just dyin' for a chance

Who ready to fuck? You ready to fuck off the sizzurp?

Says she ready to cut, then she grabs my scissors

She probably look good, but what's scary to me

Henny make hoes look like Halle Berry to me

I need to know, you down to do whatever?

Down to get it poppin'? Down to get topless? Ohh

I need to know if you about cuttin'

Or you about frontin', baby, I need to know

Keep It Burning lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Future)

 [Future:]

This gonna make shit alright

Get in first line let it take off

You made it brine then I take off

Made it out the year

Last time, yeah, yeah

I got ya (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Kanye West:]

Hmm, I'm on the realest

Bought a new house down the street if I miss you

Lovin' on the edge but your mouth is the issue

Livin' on the time when your spouse s'posed to be with you

Come up on a thou' soon as I'll come and get you

Bump and praise my, I might buy a missile

Must own the base that tha fam wanna hit through

Lightning and thunder can't tell me what I've been through

Need to do somethin' for the Sunday, gettin' over

Line for somethin', for somethin' we gettin' into

Hide 'fore our fam but we're fine with the fame

Takin' on lines, on the lines, to the mean

That was all fine, on the time for the money

[Future:]

Yeah, Pluto (Burning down the house)

Yeah, extra (Burning down the house)

Cookin' out the Pyrex

Never had a doubt on the shit but I told you (Burning down the house)

Nigga, I'ma bring it, I'ma, ah, ah (Burning down the house)

Cookin' out the bowl, tryna scrape out the paint

One day I was high, had to pour the whole pint

Woke up in the sky, same money from the bank

I'll take it wrapped in plastic, accept anything

Cut up the dark with the fetti, nine times

Doped up today like I got ninety-nine lives

Blood on my money, see the blood in my eyes

LaFerrari, bando, two at a time

Every time I fuck, you gotta tell me it's mine

Sinnin' again, I've been winnin' again

Telling that shawty to spin it again

Ridin' with the fire, bitch ain't never gon' see

Walkin' in the day one in the head is a must

Dark in my flesh, say it run in my cup (Burning down the house)

Rose gold like a band-aid over my cut

Tailored in plush and colored the scrush (Burning down the house)

[Kanye West:]

Had the full maze and I got lost again

They had the maid in the main room I'm in (Burning down the house)

I got the main ones, they fading away

I hold the manner, can't see till the end (Burning down the house)

Came up here to die, this the home of the drillers

Got a home across your home only reason 'cause I miss you

Fumbled with it, now says your mouth is the issue

If I run for twenty-four, I bet my spouse gon' be with me

Turn up on the town when it's out, when we in it

Gotta love the town, want it now, need it with me

Last time in town, yeah, you seen where they sit me

Last time in town, entire team they were with me

Running out of time for the time for the fiend

When it's only time that I really need

I don't need to find it and I don't need it for the minute

[Future:]

Bando, count money with a MAC

Seen too much violence, done seen too much death

Bodies on bodies, got a gang full of them

Raised by gangsters, prostitutes and pimps

Visit my grandmother in prison on Sunday

Talk in third person, won't admit it if I done it

Money like Sage in my house, keep it burnin'

(Burning down the house)

Money like Sage in my house, keep it burnin'

(Burning down the house)

Money like Sage in my house, keep it burnin'

(Burning down the house)

(Burning down the house)

LA Monster lyrics - Kanye West

 (Snippet)

It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams

Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene

And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...

Everyone sayin' they woke

But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed

L.A. monster

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Lord, save these people, they asleep

They lettin' Satan run they streets

Lord, save us from

L.A. monster

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Lord, save these people, they asleep

They lettin' Satan run they streets

Lord, save us from

L.A. monster

It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams

Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene

And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...

Everyone sayin' they woke

But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed

L.A. monster

It's the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams

Millions of people tryin' to get on the scene

And everyone sellin' their souls, everyone sellin' their...

Everyone sayin' they woke

But they sleepwalkin', dead, eyes closed

L.A. monster

Jesus, save all my people

From this monster, 'fore it takes their souls

It gives false hope and eats them whole

Zip up your nest full, all still broke

Jesus, save all my people

From this monster, 'fore it takes their souls

Lift Yourself lyrics - Kanye West

 [Amnesty:]

Hard to see, ooh

The hang ups we have today-ay-ay

Said we need to strive for more liberty

Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Yourself up on your feet, let's get it on

Hard to see, ooh

The hang ups we have today-ay-ay

Said we need to strive for more liberty

Lift yourself up on your feet

Yourself up on your feet

Lift yourself up on your feet

Yourself up on your

Lift

Lift your, lift your, lift yourself

Lift, lift your, lift your, lift your, lift your, lift, lift

[Kanye West (Amnesty):]

(Hard to see, ooh)

(The hang ups we have today-ay-ay)

But they don't really realize, though

(Said we need to strive for more liberty)

This next verse, this next verse though

(Lift yourself up on your feet)

These bars

(Lift yourself up on your feet)

Watch this some shit, go

[Kanye West:]

Poopy-di scoop

Scoop-diddy-whoop

Whoop-dickscoop-dickpoop

Poop-dickscoopty

Scoopty-whoop

Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop

Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop

Poop, poop

Scoop-diddy-whoop

Whoop-diddy-scoop

Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop

Mr. Miyagi lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Playboi Carti & Future)

 What up (Pluto the G.O.A.T.)

Yeah (Goin' dummy on these hoes)

Yeah, yeah (AyoAA)

Hey miss, I'm your Mr. Miyagi

I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi'

Don't text me in the mornin', bae, I'm groggy

Text me, no FaceTime, I'm too groggy

Yeah-yeah, if I dig in my bag, it's an M (Yeah, yeah)

'Bout to put a lil' bitch on a film (Yeah, yeah, what?)

I done took off in air, I can't see him (Yeah, yeah)

Bound to geeking before the codeine (Yeah, yeah, what?)

Know the chief, I'm ahead of my time (Yeah, yeah)

Got Chanel coat and then bought a nine (Yeah, yeah)

Keepin' up with me, one of a kind (Yeah, yeah)

Real ones know me from time

She said, "Tuck it in," fuck it then, you gon' have to tuck it in (What?)

You gon' wear the boots up, B

I can't suffer, you's a thief

I'm like, "No, not ankle boots, I need the ones up to the knee"

I don't fuck with niggas' tweets

I don't need the therapy

Bump-bump, I get money, uh, I don't bump-bi-di-bump-bump

I don't wanna fall for my troop, I go won-won

We gon' run it up, run it up, I'm goin' dumb-dumb

They need to go uh, 'fore I bump, bump them

I get to hop on the mine, fell in love for the night

You don't say what you want, what is you doing right?

That's up for the mind, now I'm down for the mood

Act out for a move, going south on you, no?

Hey miss, I'm your Mr. Miyagi

I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi'

If I dig in my bag, it's an M (Yeah, yeah)

Had to put a lil' bitch on a film (Yeah, yeah)

I done took off in air, I can't see him (Yeah, yeah)

Bound to geeking before the codeine (Yeah, yeah)

Know the chief, I'm ahead of my time (Yeah, yeah)

Got Chanel coat and then bought a nine (Yeah, yeah)

Keepin' up with me, one of a kind (Yeah, yeah)

Real ones know me from time

Rockstar stunts the navy jean jacket ho, bitch

I might take a jet to Calabasas just to fuck my old bitch (Woah)

Push up on an opp, be on that dumb shit

Homixide in the box, yeah, they on dumb shit

I just fucked up the function, I just fucked it up (Woah)

I just fucked up the function, I just fucked it up

My All lyrics - Kanye West Sunday Service Choir

 (originally by Mariah Carey)

We're thankful for You

And Your word has come and changed our life

And I learnt to know You

For Your word is water giving life

'Cause we drowned in You

And we won't pull through

Without You by our side

He gave his life

To give

Eternal life to You

A sacrifice

So real

Soul body heart and mind

Now we can't go on

Knowing He is living in our soul

So we give our all

For his love, his life

We're thankful for You

And Your word has come and changed our life

And I learnt to know You

For your word is water giving life

'Cause we drowned in You

And we won't pull through

Without You by our side

He gave his life

To give

Eternal life to You

A sacrifice

So real

Soul body heart and mind

Now we can't go on

Knowing He is living in our soul

So we give our all

For his love, his life

So we give our all

For his love, his life

So we give our all

For his love, his life

So we give our all

For his love... his life

Nah Nah Nah lyrics - Kanye West

 Incoming

Boy, we wasn't never no joke, nah, nah, nah

All summer, murder he wrote, nah, nah, nah

Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah

Doin' everythin' they didn't allow, nah, nah

Overthrow, send the drones in

All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in

I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles

Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at?

Next time you text, can it wait?

You are talkin' to a presidential candidate

I know you think Obi-Wan gettin' tired now

Don't jump, Anakin, I got the higher ground

I'ma hit the moonwalk like I seen Tito

Man... like the President just got vetoed (Woo)

Got to sign off for the veto, ayy

I don't need to sign a release, I'm a freed old man

This is a video game, this is a simulation, man

How do you listen to lame? They the imitation, man

Take an idea, live it, take a idea, did it

Take an idea with it, just look how we get it

Just look how we did it, can't tell me we ain't did it

Can't tell me we ain't lived it, can't tell me we ain't lived it

Just look how we get it, cartoons ain't timeless

Cop cars ain't mind us, one call ain't wireless

Boy, we wasn't never no joke, nah, nah, nah

All summer, murder he wrote, nah, nah, nah

Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah

Doin' everythin' they didn't allow, nah, nah

Overthrow, send the drones in

All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in

I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles

Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at?

If I put myself in harm's way to get my own masters

They'll put theyself in harm's way to stay the master

They'll put theyself in harm's way 'cause they ain't askin'

They'll put theyself in harm's way, the slaves are massive

Do you want me to get specific?

Do you want me to name numbers?

Do you want me to name summers?

All the stars came from us

All the styles came from us

All the talent came from us

All the shoes came from us

But the news ain't on us

All the news ain't honest

All the news ain't honest

They wanna ignore me, rewrite the story

Take all the top spots, in every category

Back in fashion with them boys, can't ig-can't ignore me

Boy, we wasn't never no joke, nah, nah, nah

All summer, murder he wrote, nah, nah, nah

Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah

Doin' everythin' they didn't allow, nah, nah

Overthrow, send the drones in

All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in

I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles

Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at?

Nah Nah Nah (Remix) lyrics - Kanye West (feat. DaBaby & 2 Chainz)

 Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye

Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye

(Incoming)

Let me get 'em Ye

They gon' hate on a young n... anyway

They only call me when they havin' bills to pay (Go)

Ain't nobody ask me how I feel today

I think about it and get in my feelings, Ye

Wanna use me, they think I'm stupid

... that they put out is very confusin'

Feel like the media tryna abuse me

Y'all wanna crucify me, huh? (Oh yeah)

She a God-fearing woman, but back that *** up

Juvenile in '99, now I'm tryna find peace, have to find a God

Ain't been havin' good sleep since my father died

Know our feelings are focused, I thought you know this

When there's prophets and m...n' poets

You ain't got the mind to picture what my flow is

I'm straight from the bottom. .. where the floor is

Went straight through the roof, like a n... forgot where the door is (The roof)

Tryna make some shoes with YEEZY and Billion Dollar Baby clothing

They think 'cause we black, then we supposed to hide our feelings and it's over

Nah ... that

She let me ... after church on a Tuesday

Don't got a ring, but she gave me that ...

Don't know how to make secular music

I hope Ye like it, I hope he still use it

I ain't ...n' with n..., I'm Gucci

They crumble in controversy, I be coolin' (Huh, huh)

Your chest beatin', lemme feel your heart

They might say I didn't, but I did my part

I never gave a ... how n... feel

And this damn sure ain't the day I'm finna start

Ye sent the beat that I could pick apart

Right now in this song, we at the minute mark

I walk down for a minute long

Put the top down, know I'm strapped with that Glizzy

Ain't even mean to go get in my feelings

This is a powerful song, I can feel it

She don't got on drawers but she know all the scriptures

He could teach me the word, I'll never forget it

Forgive me and her, it's a time for repentin'

And it clap like, "Amen," from the back when I hit it

I'm black, I'm so black, I'm so black they can feel it

Paid three million cash in my taxes on Wednesday

The government I'm payin' them millions to

They don't care about niggas when white people kill 'em

Boy, we wasn't never no joke, nah, nah, nah

Say I got the same flow, ha, ha, ha

Like they say in New York, nigga, "Ah, ah, ah"

And everybody judgin' me, y'all not God

Overthrow, send the drones in

All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in

I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles

Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at? (Uh)

If one more person call me and ask me, "What's wrong with Ye?"

That's a grown man, I can't tell him what he can and can't say

Never been a Yes Man, so I don't feel like I have to explain

F y'all n... ex-drug dealer, ex-ball player, X Games (Uh)

Goin' down like Aspen, diamonds in the watch like Aspirin (Uh)

From the clay like Cassius, ride the beat, the seat-belt fastened (Uh)

Nah, nah, nah, nah, Johnny Gill, my, my, my (Tell 'em)

Use a diamond chain for a tie, had a connect before Wi-Fi (Woo)

Keep her on her toes, ballet ('Let), gotta stick to Cali (True)

Hard to park this in valet (True), if you ain't first, you last place (Last)

Ain't tryna brag but I'm straight (Straight)

I caught a case 'fore I caught a cold

This a Rolls Royce, I don't drag race

If rap don't work, I'll buy a stove

If rap don't work, I'll buy a scale

Make 'em nervous, start bitin' nails

Served 'em folks upstairs and downstairs, clientele on clientele

Spend a thirty in YSL, shawty thick, she a Clydesdale

I'm at Esco, double park in front of the firehouse and I'm fire as hell (Uh)

Boy, we wasn't never no joke, nah, nah, nah (Yeah)

All summer, murder he wrote, nah, nah, nah

Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah (Yeah)

Doin' everythin' they didn't allow, nah, nah

Overthrow, send the drones in

All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in

I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles

Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at?

New Body lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

 Oh my God, Ronny

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Can't wait to see your new body

Your Holy, Holy and new body

There's more to gain in your new body

So it's only fair to your new body, woah

[Kanye West:]

New walk, new talk

Who that, who this?

Who else you know this bad with two kids?

Nobody nowhere, ever gave you this

Nobody flew to Colombia, like you did

Trying the new dress out with the new drip

Buying a new bag, first one to get

Other than this, it's on the to-do list

And I get in fluent all by the influence

Old sins don't count

Old friends might bounce

Told the devil, "Get behind me, I ain't ever going out"

Start, the leaders tryna doubt

But we never going out

My body's soul, so who you dealing wit now?

This a new jig, got a party table at the Ruth Chris

All God's children take a group pick

Turn the flash off 'cause we too lit

You used to twerk to every-every song

You done partied every way, now you're very, very on

Spent it on a bottle like Christ on the phone

All glory be to God, Hallelujah, carry on

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Can't wait to see your new body

Your Holy, Holy and new body

There's more to gain in your new body

So it's only fair to your new body, woah

Can't wait to see your new body

Your Holy, Holy and new body

There's more to gain in your new body

So it's only fair to your new body, woah

New body, you ain't working hard

But I gave my life to you, you deserve it all

Now if he calls you, I ain't perfect

I know sometimes I agree, but it's worth it

Tryna put my legs up, never give up

Only thing I'm tryna do is give that sin up

Look at the scoreboard, I love to show off

And if anybody step to you, then they too wrong

'Cause every last one, go ahead, return it

And if the price ain't what you asked for, every sermon

So I'm turning to Your commandments

'Cause I know all you do is give me strength, yeah

Can't wait to see your new body

Your Holy, Holy and new body

There's more to gain in your new body

So it's only fair to your new body, woah

New Body (Demo) lyrics - Kanye West (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Nicki Minaj)

 Oh my God, Ronny

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Can't wait to see your new body

Don't be acting like you don't know nobody

Nobody count on your new body

I'll be the first one to hit your new body, whoa

[Kanye West:]

New ass, new tits, new bitch, who this

Who else you know is this bad with two kids?

Nobody ever, ever gave you shit

Nobody flew to Colombia like you did!

Trying the new ass out with the new drip

Only thing to ask, who first to hit?

'Cause far as you 'cerned, you is a new bitch

In them, we in them, them niggas is too rich

Old dick don't count, these titties don't bounce

All these niggas say they're here, tryna run up your account

Picked up on a thou, yeah, this summer they were down

But they better act like they know who the fuck he now

This a new bitch, got a party table at the Ruth Chris

All bad bitches take a group pic, had to step back 'cause she's too thick

Used to twerk to every, every song

Saved up to buy an ass of your very, very own

FaceTime, body looks like Dom Perignon

Don't pay me no attention, go and carry on

[Ty Dolla $ign & Nicki Minaj:]

Can't wait to see your new body

Don't be acting like you don't know nobody

Nobody count on your new body

I'll be the first one to hit your new body, whoa (mm)

[Nicki Minaj:]

Hey yo, you ain't fuck me, you fucked the old body

You ain't fuck Nicki, you fucked Nicole body

Ain't no miles on this here new body

Off with their heads, these bitches is nobodies

G-got me a new body, now I need some new dick

No little wood, tryna stick me like a toothpick

Got me a new body, now I need some new dick

I bust shots, don't duck, unless the shoe fits

Cookie game make me the GOAT, cookie game come with the throat

Puff, puff, pass, no, you do not want the smoke

B-b-bitches be sleeping on me but be claiming they woke (ooh)

Fuck up a check on my body (ahaha)

Then let them lick on my body out in Abu Dhabi (Grr)

You see me shining, you pissed

I-I-I think my haters just really be wanting a kiss (mwah)

They know I'd body you, sis

Old nigga hit me and I said "New body, who this?"

(Old nigga hit me and I said "New body, who this?")

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Can't wait to see your new body

Don't be acting like you don't know nobody

Nobody count on your new body

I'll be the first one to hit your new body, whoa

New body, you've been working hard

I've been on your IG page, lurking hard

New boobie job, now they perfect

Six weeks off, it was worth it

Baby got that nip tuck, let me titty fuck

Hit it from the back, get my dick sucked

Put me on the scoreboard, make a new one

He said he hit before; not since you got your boobs done

You're working on your abs, huh? You got your ass done

You better show it all, you better work it

Why they body shaming? Baby, I commend it

Dr. Ghavami, I recommend it, woo!

Can't wait to see your new body

Don't be acting like you don't know nobody

Nobody count on your new body

I'll be the first one to hit your new body, whoa