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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