KANYE WEST – White Dress

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

KANYE WEST feat. DJ Khaled – Way Too Cold

[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

Kanye West feat. DJ Khaled – Way To Cold

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?

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!

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

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?

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

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’

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

KANYE WEST feat. R. Kelly - To The World

Let me see you put your middle fingers up
To the world, I made up in my mind
I’m doin’ things my way, I’m burnin’ shit down tonight
I’m doin’ things my way, it’s my way or the highway
Let me say it one more time

[Hook: R. Kelly]
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
To the world, to the world, to the world
To the world, to the world, to the world
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
Middle fingers up!

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
(Motherfucker)
Deuces minus one
Middle finger to the sky tonight (Ay, ay, ay)
The whole world is a couch
Bitch I’m Rick James tonight (I don’t give a fuck)
Throw it up, throw it up
Cause you can’t take it with you
Funny how they wait ’til you gone just to miss you
To the world, to the world
Then I’m on my Sinatra, I’m doing it my way,
Let’s take it a notch up, take it up
Let me see you put your middle fingers up!
To the world, I made up in my mind
Doing things my way, I’m burning shit down tonight
I’m doing things my way, it’s my way or the highway
Let me see you one more time

[Hook: R. Kelly]
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
To the world, to the world, to the world
To the world, to the world, to the world
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
Middle fingers up!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Mmm ain’t this some shit? Pulled up in the A-V-entador
And the doors, raise up, like praise the Lord
Did the fashion show, and a tour, and a movie, and a score
This a ghetto opera, Francis Ford Car Coppola
I need a new crib to hold my plaques, Rick Ross had told me that
Said I’d be all up in Goldman Sachs
Like, “These niggas tryna hold me back
These niggas tryna hold me back”, I’m just trying to protect my stacks
Mitt Romney don’t pay no tax, Mitt Romney don’t pay no tax
Chi-Town ’til I’m on my back, Chi-Town ’til I’m on my back
Only nigga in Beverly Hills, where the hell is Axle Foley at?
“Ease up there baby boy”, Ving Rhames told Jody that
R. Kelly and the God of rap
shitting on you, holy crap

[Hook: R. Kelly]
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
To the world, to the world, to the world
To the world, to the world, to the world
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
Middle fingers up!

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]
I could give it all up, but it’s not enough
Ay ay, here you go, my middle finger
To the world, to the world, from the ground to the moon
Here’s to the mountains, yeah here’s to the room
Give it up, give it up, won’t let you deny me
Makin’ you love me, makin’ you love me

KANYE WEST – The Roc In Here

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

KANYE WEST feat. 2 Chainz & Marsha Ambrosius - The One

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
The storm is on the horizon
I’m standing here alone
Got a pistol on my hip
And it’s gonna be some shit
If you want it then bring it on
See I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
And I’ma be here till it’s done
And when they asking who I’m is, shit
You just tell them that I’m the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I’m the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I’m the one

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I’m the one, baby
Yeah, I’m the one, baby
Since God gave his only begotten son, baby
It’s hard preachin’ the gospel to the slums lately
So I had to put the church on the drums, baby
You on a run, baby
You on a run, baby
You think you free but you a slave to the funds, baby
You think you me, but you ain’t me, what you done lately?
Mhm that’s cool but I been runnin’ on the sun, baby
We on a galaxy that haters cannot visit
That’s my reality so get off my Scott Disick
If you ever held a title belt you would know how Michael felt
Tyson, Jackson, Jordan – Michael Phelps
Yeah, had to take it to another realm
Cause everything around me got me underwhelmed
Best way to describe my position is at the helm
Best way to describe my new whip – Yeeeaaaalmmp

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
The storm is on the horizon
I’m standing here alone
Got a pistol on my hip
And it’s gonna be some shit
If you want it then bring it on
See I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
And I’ma be here till it’s done
And when they asking who I’m is, shit
You just tell them that I’m the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I’m the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I’m the one

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I told Detroit I’ma fuckin’ get it
I told my brother we’ll be fuckin’ winnin’
Ye told me I’m the man for the job
So I told my mom, call her’s up and tell ‘em that she quittin’
Started off in that Chevrolet, but it’s Ferraris I gotta drive
I’m on HBO with my Entourage
I’m 5’9″ fuck a 9 to 5
I need a hundred million no compromise
I’m a double XL nigga
Magazine and condom size
See what I seen and be traumatized
I don’t wait, I marinate, variate erryday
Erry state, sold out, fuck around and need a barricade
My weed loud I need a hearing aid
Livin’ life behind a pair of shades
I be a billionaire if I could get a dollar
For all the bullshit that I hear a day
I did it

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
The storm is on the horizon
I’m standing here alone
Got a pistol on my hip
And it’s gonna be some shit
If you want it then bring it on
See I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier
And I’ma be here till it’s done
And when they asking who I’m is, shit
You just tell them that I’m the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I’m the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I’m the one

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Treat the back seat like a sofa bed
Break bread with my niggas, call it profit share
This some good shit, but it get better
And yeah my bitch cold, nigga thin sweater
Like my verse suede and the beat leather
Just tryin’ to stay above sea level
When my nigga went to jail, I said, “Free Gucci”
I done bought so much shit, I should get free Gucci
Bought my baby momma anaconda bags
I shouldn’t have bought it all
I should’ve went and cut the grass
Snake ass niggas in my fuckin’ face
Bring your girl here nigga so I could fuck her face
Yeah I run this place, this is cash mill swag
niggas treadmillin’ goin’ nowhere fast
Sittin’ courtside at the Hawks game
Louie’s on, I could trip a fuckin’ ball player

[Outro: James Fauntleroy (x2)]
fuck yeah, awesome, yeah I lost some of my mind
And then I found weed was really kind of awesome
It’s possible, goddamn right
I’ve been honest the whole time

KANYE WEST – The Morning

Stutterin’
Givin’em rest and makin’ love again
In my best I be the run again
And I have the man dem stutterin’

[Hook]
I’m getting this nigga in the morning
He gon’ think he been chiefin just too long when
He see me in the evenin’
Want to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the first to get mine

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Sittin’and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift
All my niggas watches is rough
Grabbing our crotches yelling ‘’What up?’’
The jeans cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell it’s a statement
One freeze of this shit, you won’t feel your legs kid
I’m a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin’ Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say ‘Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let’s Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock yo?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Common]
I was born by a late chicken shack and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the ‘Rari
Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin’ to see through the mist of it
Could have been livin’ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to better your development
Situation delicate

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair
Yeah
All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfucks could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the game is all us
Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us
Push

[Hook]

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of ammo
Ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body switch another position

[Verse 5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the people is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin’ when I hear what haters be whisperin’
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain’t never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you can’t spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard
Can’t wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card

[Break: D’banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was frontin’
Aw man, made something from nothing)

[Outro: Kanye West]
I treat the label like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. would’ve been God except I added more o’s
If I knew she was cheatin’ I’d still’ve bought her more clothes
‘Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know
Some people call that the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you fallin’ for
The clothes, cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin’
God damn, we made something from nothing

KANYE WEST – Perfect Bitch

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!

Kanye West feat. Pusha T – New Good Flow

Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

I believe there’s a God above me
I’m just the God of everything else
I put hoes in everything else
New God Flow, fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer, write it in BOLD LETTERS
They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain’t fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the yay as a wholeseller
I think it’s good that Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came up more, for more than just to rhyme with him
Think ’99, when Puff would’ve had Shyne with him
(matching Daytona’s Rose Gold on us)
Going Ham in Ibiza done took a toll on us
Well since you over do it, imma pour more
Well if you going coupe, I’m going four door (wooo)

Shake that body, party that body (that’s rare nigga)
Shake that body, party that body (Ric Flair nigga)
Shake that body, party that body (yeah nigga)
Come and have a good time with G-O-D (yeah)

Shake that body, party that body (woaa)
Shake that body, party that body (woaa)
Shake that body, party that body (it’s a New God Flow)
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Step on they necks till they can’t breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by three’s
Lined them all up and let’s just see
Fuck ’em Ye, fuck ’em Ye
I wouldn’t piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier’
They shit is shopping at Target’
My shit is luxury Balmain
I’m Balling, I’m all red
A nick sold in the park then I want in
What’s a king without a crown nigga
What’s a circus without you clown niggas
What’s a brick from an outta town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas
It’s the GOOD Music golden child
M-A dollar sign can’t nobody hold me down

Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Hold up, I ain’t trying to stunt, man
But these new Yeezys jumped over the jump man
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know
I’m living three dreams:
Biggie Smalls’, Dr. King’s, Rodney King’s
Cause we can’t get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aww man, you sold your soul
Naww man, mad people was frontin’
Aww man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can’t cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to, I’m from the 312
Where cops don’t come through and dreams don’t come true
Like ”Where did God go?” In his Murcielago
From working McDonald’s, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And went to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus name, let the choir say
“I’m on fire ay,” that’s what Richard Pryor say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire Ye

Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music
And all my niggas say, GOOD Music
And all my ladies say, GOOD Music
I don’t know what I’ve been told
(I don’t know what I’ve been told)
If you get fresh, you get all the hoes
(If you get fresh, you get all the hoes)
I’m way fresher than all my foes
(I’m way fresher than all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes
(Somebody please pick out they clothes)
And all my niggas say, GOOD Music
And all my ladies say, GOOD Music
Who running shit today, GOOD Music
Who running shit today, GOOD Music

KANYE WEST – New God Flow

[Chorus]
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

[Pusha T 1:]
I believe there’s a God above me
I’m just the God of everything else
I put hoes in everything else
New God Flow, fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer, write it in BOLD LETTERS
They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain’t fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the yay as a wholeseller
I think it’s good that Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came up more, for more than just to rhyme with him
Think ’99, when Puff would’ve had Shyne with him
(matching Daytona’s Rose Gold on us)
Going Ham in Ibiza done took a toll on us
Well since you over do it, imma pour more
Well if you going coupe, I’m going four door(wooo)

[Chorus]
Shake that body, party that body(that’s rare nigga)
Shake that body, party that body(Ric Flair nigga)
Shake that body, party that body(yeah nigga)
Come and have a good time with G-O-D(yeah)

Shake that body, party that body(woaa)
Shake that body, party that body(woaa)
Shake that body, party that body(it’s a New God Flow)
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

[Pusha T 2:]
Step on they necks till they can’t breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by three’s
Lined them all up and let’s just see
Fuck ‘em Ye, fuck ‘em Ye
I wouldn’t piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier’
They shit is shopping at Target’
My shit is luxury Balmain
I’m Balling, I’m all red
A nick sold in the park then I want in
What’s a king without a crown nigga
What’s a circus without you clown niggas
What’s a brick from an outta town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas
It’s the GOOD Music golden child
M-A dollar sign can’t nobody hold me down

[Chorus]
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Hold up, I ain’t trying to stunt, man
But these new Yeezys jumped over the jump man
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know
I’m living three dreams:
Biggie Smalls’, Dr. King’s, Rodney King’s
Cause we can’t get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aww man, you sold your soul
Naww man, mad people was frontin’
Aww man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can’t cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to, I’m from the 312
Where cops don’t come through and dreams don’t come true
Like “Where did God go?” In his Murcielago
From working McDonald’s, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And went to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus name, let the choir say
“I’m on fire ay,” that’s what Richard Pryor say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire Ye

[Chorus]
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music
And all my niggas say, GOOD Music
And all my ladies say, GOOD Music
I don’t know what I’ve been told
(I don’t know what I’ve been told)
If you get fresh, you get all the hoes
(If you get fresh, you get all the hoes)
I’m way fresher than all my foes
(I’m way fresher than all my foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes
(Somebody please pick out they clothes)
And all my niggas say, GOOD Music
And all my ladies say, GOOD Music
Who running shit today, GOOD Music
Who running shit today, GOOD Music

Kanye West feat. Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz – Mercy

Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

Drop it to the floor
Make that ass shake
Woah make the ground move, that’s an ass quake
Built a house up on that ass, that’s an ass state
Roll my blunt on it, that’s an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this err’ day-day?
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hatin’, so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perrierin’
White girls politicin’ that’s that Sarah Palin
Gettin’ high, Californicatin’
I give her that D, cause that’s what I was born and raised in

It’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe
I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James hoe
I’m bill droppin’, Ms. Pacman is pill poppin’ ass hoe
I’m poppin’ too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that’s real money
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turnin’, that’s exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras
That’s Swiss time and that’s excellence
Two door preference
Roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go
Wherever we go we do it pronto

Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I’m fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit
Tell ’em ”give me fifty million or I’mma quit”
Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level
Turn up the bass ’til it’s up in your face level
Don’t do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus your my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious
Something’ ’bout Mary she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dhali
Now everybody is movin’ they body
Don’t sell me apartment, I move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin’ just to feel important
You gon see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

Now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonniase
I’m drunk and high at the same time
Drinkin’ champaign on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range
Beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Platinum diamonds backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power
All this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost 4 thousand
I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin’, all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan

KANYE WEST – Mercy

[Bridge:]
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!

[Hook (x4):]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop it to the floor
Make that ass shake
Woah make the ground move, that’s an ass quake
Built a house up on that ass, that’s an ass state
Roll my weed on it, that’s an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this err’ day-day?
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hatin’, so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perrierin’
White girls politicin’ that’s that Sarah Palin
Gettin’ high, Californicatin’
I give her that D, cause that’s where I was born and raised in

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe
I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James hoe
I’m bill droppin’, Ms. Pacman is pill poppin’ ass hoe
I’m poppin’ too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that’s real money
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turnin’, that’s exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras
That’s Swiss time and that’s excellence
Two door preference
Roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go
Wherever we go we do it pronto

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Well it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
In the dancehall, and who no have teeth will run pon them gums
Caw when time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left
Caw the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let the suicide doors up
I do suicides on the tour bus
I do suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I’m fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit
Tell ‘em “give me fifty million or I’mma quit”
Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level
Turn up the bass ’til it’s up in your face level
Don’t do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus your my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious
Something’ ’bout Mary she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dalí
Now everybody is movin’ they body
Don’t sell me apartment, I move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin’ just to feel important
You gon see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonnaise
I’m drunk and high at the same time
Drinkin’ champagne on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range
Beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power
All this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost 4 thousand
I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin’, all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]

KANYE WEST – I Don’t Like

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Fraud niggas, y’all niggas, that’s that shit I don’t like
Your shit, make believe, rapping ‘bout my own life
That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga
The power’s in my hair nigga, I get it, beat the chair nigga
SoHo, or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, coke money, Hublot, my watch better
My pen’s better, you don’t write, trendsetter, you clone-like
Pay homage or K’s vomit, ungrateful niggas, I don’t like

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eatin’ good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissin’ girls, cause it’s hot right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They ain’t about that life, they ain’t about that life
We hangin’ out that window it’s about to be a Suge night
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like
Smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I spend on a bunch of clothes, cause I’m livin’ life
I come up on the scene, and I’m stealin’ light
bitch I’m high off life, got me feelin’ right
bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE, we just gon’ cite

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Big Sean]
We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fuckin’ insane, fuck is you sayin’?
Yo ass been doin’ the same, shit, not doin’ what you sayin’
Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my niggas holdin’ that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, ridin’ for my niggas and that’s for life
High class I’m just surrounded by these low-lifes
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t goin’ back to my old life, I promise

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowin’ up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas

[Hook]

KANYE WEST feat. The-Dream & Mase – Higher

Look at your money
Ooh momma, this could be you
On the right side of this drop
Ooh momma, throw it in reverse
I call that back it up and drop a
Baby, baby baby, baby baby
Baby, baby baby, baby baby
Baby, baby baby, baby baby
Baby, baby baby, baby baby
Oh, girl I think that she like
I got that shit that make niggas wanna fight
I got that shit that make bitches act right
Make bitches act out of spite, aiight
Oh momma, I got that bomb
I got that shit make your ass go run
My shit, not make niggas get guns
But the white girls say, “Where you get that cool beat from?”

[Hook: The Dream]
She love it (She love it)
Every beat of the drum, she sprung
She say I make her wanna touch it
She love it (She love it)
She make me wanna touch it
I love it (I love it)
We buzzin’, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Yeah, I’ve been known to chase ‘em
Known to replace ‘em
Shoe game outta this world, I outer space ‘em
Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians
Maybe if she special enough, I’ll glass case her
Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up
Let you shop ’til you drop as a pick-me-up
Bergdorf bandit, Barnies for the burglary
But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules
Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads
Passports Pinot Noir in arm’s reach
Paddle shiftin’, push-button, no car keys
The penthouses are poolside with palm trees

[Hook: The Dream]
She love it (She love it)
Every beat of the drum, she sprung
She say I make her wanna touch it
She love it (She love it)
She make me wanna touch it
I love it (I love it)
We buzzin’, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 2: Mase]
Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again
Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let Manhattan in
Get my mic right, turn my levels up
Get the light right, turn my bezel up
You hear the bounce on it, go and throw your mouth on it
So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted
Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I’m not concerned with
They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it
You know them people too convinced that my money’s gettin’ rinsed
Her Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint
I bumped into Loon he like, “Well, as-salamu alaykum”
You know I ain’t Muslim my nigga, I’m about my bacon
The shot niggas takin’ you’d think I’m rollin’ ’round with Reagan
A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I’m makin’
Think you blew me up with your bougie butt
But you ain’t slow me up, I’m on the charts, you move me up
I’m like a drug overlord, my jewelry’s overboard
It’s hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord
Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost
So when I’m rollin’ off I’m showin’ off with no remorse
Sh’mon

[Hook: The Dream]
We buzzin’, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Outro: Cocaine 80s]
bitch hold smoke longer
Choke hold so strong, broke your armor
Now you’re wide open, right?
You ain’t even smokin’ right
bitch hold the smoke
Cough hope, Harpo
Gotcha knocked out, now you know you’re smokin’ loud
You’re higher than a motherfucker
High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker
I’m high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker
I’m high as a motherfucker
I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker
Moment of silence for this motherfucker
I’m just higher than a motherfucker
I’m higher than a motherfucker
I’m higher than a mother-

KANYE WEST – H.A.M

[Kanye West:]
It was all good just a week ago
niggas feel theyselves and then Watch The Throne drop
niggas kill themselves
What niggas gon do Hov?
This a new crack on a new stove
I’m in the two-door, true that
niggas tellin’ me “You back”
Like a nigga ever left up out this bitch, huh?
and if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
and I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin’ quit, nigga
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthafucker and I get it
No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me
Or-gy, or are we speakin methaphorically
Historically, I’m kickin’ bitches out like Pam, nigga
Goin’ HAM nigga, me and Jigga
and a nigga still young, wanna have no kids
But I’ve been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit
And a few white girls, asses flat a shit
But the head so good, damn a nigga glad he hit
Got em jumpin’ out the building
Watch out below, a million out the door

I’m about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
I’m about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am

[Jay-Z:]
fuck y’all mad at me for?
You don’t even know what I’ve been through
I play chicken with a Mack truck
Y’all muthafuckers woulda been moved
I swam waters with great whites
Y’all muthafuckers woulda been chewed
I hustle with vultures late nights
Y’all muthafuckers woulda been food
fuck wrong with these dudes
Try to walk around in these shoes
See the shit I saw growing up
And maybe you can take a peek at these boo’s
niggas fantasize about the shit that I do daily like
These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really
I’m like really half a billi nigga
Really you got baby money
Keep it real with niggas
niggas ain’t got my lady money
Watch the Throne don’t step on our road
Bad enough we let you step on our globe
When my nephew died, daddy dead
niggas took the price on my uncles head
Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled
So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread
Bow down, brother pay homage
don’t spill hate all on my garments
Commes Des Garcon, fuck your fresh
head shots nigga fuck your vests
fuck the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God cause you know a nigga just went Ham

Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM
Hard As a Muthafucker,
Let these niggas know who I am
Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM

KANYE WEST-Creepers

Yeah, I see you waitin’ over there
See you jockin’ over there
See you lookin’ at my girl over here
Why you worried ’bout this girl over here?
Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare
Turn my head and hey
I see you waitin’ over there
I see you jockin’ over there
Thinkin’ bout your own life
Why you talkin’ ’bout the young, you dig?
I’m just doin’ my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know and they think they know
They deal it for real
I’m just doin’ my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know, and they think they know
They deal it for real
I’m just doin’ my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

I don’t love who I am so I’m workin’ on a fix
I don’t need a bitch trying to take my mind off my grip
If I had one wish it’d be to have more wishes, duh
Fuck tryna make it rhyme, throw them stones, with your bitch ass
Cutting me deep and even though I bleed I stand alone
Alone I’ll be, heart of a lion still shining on your sucka ass
Work it, work it, work it, for inner peace
Fightin’ for the freedom of my soul, I can hear the speech
Yeah I mumble while I’m trippin’ on so many pills
Hah, they figured that they know a nigga

Yeah, I see you waitin’ over there
See you jockin’ over there
See you lookin’ at my girl over here
Why you worried ’bout this girl over here?
Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare
Turn my head and hey
I see you waitin’ over there
I see you jockin’ over there
Thinkin’ bout your own life
Why you talkin’ ’bout the young, you dig?
I’m just doin’ my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know and they think they know
They deal it for real
I’m just doin’ my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know, and they think they know
They deal it for real
I’m just doin’ my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

KANYE WEST – Clique

What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brother’s the one that you’re running from
But if you got money, fuck it, because I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody freshin’ than my muthafuckin’
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway
It’s grande, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
She tryna get me that poo tang
I might let my crew bang
My crew deeper than Wu Tang
I’m rolling with (Huh) fuck I’m saying?
Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!
I’m pullin’ up in that Bruce Wanye
But I’m the fuckin’ villian, man, they kneelin when I walkin in the building
Freaky women I be feelin’ from the bank accounts I’m fillin’
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that’s killin’ everything that he see

[Hook]

[Jay-Z:]
Yeah am talking Ye’, yeah am talking Rih’, yeah I’m talking Bey, nigga I’m talking me
Yeah I’m talking bossy, I ain’t talking Kelis
You’re money too short, you can’t be talking to me
Yeah I’m talking LeBron, we balling our family tree
G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug cousin, ain’t nothing fuckin’ with we
Turn that 62 to 125, 125, to a 250, 250 to a half a milli, ain’t nothin’ nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or jefe
Translation, I’m the shit. Least that what my neck say, least that what my check say
Lost my homie for a decade, nigga down for like 12 years, ain’t hug his son since the second grade
He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole
It’s the dream team meets the supreme team, and all our eyes green and only means one thing
You ain’t fuckin’ with my clique

[Kanye West:]
Break records of Louie
Ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols
When niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I’m talking business
We talking CIA
I’m talking George Tenet
I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach
Think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money don’t spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig’nant
I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I’m looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
That’s Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn’t really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew present
Steve-O swerve homie, watch out for the waves
I’m way too black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditated the home in Pompay
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I’m in Vegas they screaming like he’s Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feelin’ Isrealian
Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide what kind of talk is that
But I’ve been talking to God for so long
That I have you look in my life I guess he talking back
Fuckin’ with my clique

KANYE WEST - Bliss

[Verse 1: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh baby, the day you stepped into my world
You noticed I’m the kind of girl who loves her diamonds and white pearls
So tempt me to jetset away in London
To sip on some tea, you surprise me with gifts from Tiffany
Ohh (La la la la la la la la)
I love the way we livin’ boy
But my daddy say, “You don’t need that boy”
So let’s run away, let’s run away
Momma say I’m too young for love
And lovin’ you’s all I’m thinkin’ of
My heart tells me that you’re the one
It’s the feeling you give, it is

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
Pure bliss
Like you’ve got the key to my heart
Simple as a touch and a kiss
Never knew a feeling like this
Pure bliss, pure bliss
Nobody can tear us apart
Baby it’s as good as it gets
(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)
Loving you will never be hard
This is pure bliss

[Verse 2: John Legend]
I remember when the pilot closed the door
Said it’s time for lift off
You said, “What’d you choose me for?”
But don’t ever wonder
Cause you deserve the best
Once you reach the top
You’ll never question why you left
Oh, my world is yours
What you waitin’ for?
Let’s run away, let’s run away
Our friends, say we’re crazy
But we can’t listen baby
They’ve never had it like this
They don’t know what it is

[Hook: John Legend & Teyana Taylor]
Pure bliss
Like you’ve got the key to my heart
Simple as a touch and a kiss
Never knew a feeling like this
Pure bliss, pure bliss
Nobody can tear us apart
Baby it’s as good as it gets
(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)
Loving you will never be hard
This is pure bliss

KANYE WEST feat. Lil Wayne – Barry Bonds

[Kanye West]
Its what you all been waiting for ain’t it?
What people pay paper for damn it
They cant stand it, they want something new
So let’s get re-acquainted
Became the hood favorite
I cant even explain it
I surprise myself too

Life of a Don, lights keep glowin’
Comin’ in the club wit that fresh shit on, with something crazy on my arm
Ha Ha Hum, here’s another hit, Barry Bonds

[Hook - Kanye West]
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
We outta here baby!
We outta here baby!
We outta here baby!

[Kanye West]
Dude!
Fresh off the plane, konitchiwa bitches
Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot
As for what I did it, that asshole done did it
Talked it and he lived it, spitted then he shitted
I don’t need to write hits, I might bounce ideas,
But only I could come up with some shit like this
I done played the underdog my whole career
Ive been a very good sport, haven’t I, this year
They said he’s going crazy and we seen this before
But I’m doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
And I’m doing pretty hood in my pink polo
Nigga please, how you gonna say I ain’t no low-head
Cos my Dior got me more model head
I’m insulted
You should go head
And bow so hard till your knees hit your forehead
And the flow just hit code red
Top 5 MC’s you ain’t gotta remind me
Top 5 MC’s you gotta rewind me
I’m high up on the line, you can get behind me
But my head’s so big you can’t sit behind me
Life of a Don, lights keep glowin’
Comin’ in the club wit that fresh shit on, with something crazy on my arm
Ha Ha Hum, here’s another hit, Barry Bonds

[Hook - Lil Wayne]
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, We outta here baby!
Wha, Wha, We outta here baby!
And Mr. West is so outta here baby
And me, I’m Mr. Weezy Baby

[Lil Wayne]
I’m so bright not shady
My teeth and my eyes so wight like Shady
Ice in my teeth so refrigerated
I’m so fucking good like I’m sleeping with Megan
I’m all about my franklins, Lincolns and Reagans
Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them
Oops I meant have them, I’m so crazy
But if you play crazy you be sleeping with daisies
Its such a hayvic, oops I meant havoc
And my drink’s still pinker than the easter rabbit
And I’m still cold (cole) like Keisha’s family
Stove on my waist turn beef to patties
And I ate it cos I’m so at it
I don’t front and I don’t go backwards
And I don’t practice
and I don’t lack shit
And you can get Barried
Suck my bat bitch

[Chorus - Kanye West]
We outta here baby
We outta here baby
We outta here baby

[Lil Wayne]
Life of a Don, lights keep glowin’
Comin’ in the club wit that fresh shit on
Wit something crazy on my arm
Ha Ha Hum, man here’s another hit, Barry Bonds

(yeah yeah yeah yeah)

KANYE WEST feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, Drake – All Of The Lights (Remix)

[Lil Wayne]
Lights on, I see ya face
She eat me up, she got expensive taste
I see ya dreaming, but you still awake
Big slices, that’s how you cut the cake
It’s cold as hell, I show and tell
Weezy home, our nigga out of jail
In this give or take World I got what it takes
Put you out your misery, Kathy Bates
I’m Young Money, I’m cash money
If we could buy time, I spend my last money
Now I’m spending time, you in a blind
This little light of mine, I’ma let it shine

(All of the lights)

Bright lights, night lights, head lights
Shh, no lights but the infra-red lights
Yeah, long life, don’t like to ask twice
You killin’ me baby, this the past life

[Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here baby
extra bright, I want y’all to see this
turn up the lights in here, baby
you know what I need
want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights

[Big Sean]
Ready, set, now, go go, go go go til you can’t go no more
I’m ill times ill, dope plus dope
Westside bitch, quote, unquote
Woah there boy, don’t go there hoe,
If you cross that line I might overload
I swear these lights-lights-lights be talking to me but I can’t read Morse code
Why every rapper name BIG got body huh?
But every rapper named Sean got money, ooooooh
Well I guess my chances are fifty fifty
But my vision is twenty twenty so I’ll be counting a hundred hundreds
(All of the lights)
Oh, my Allah, Lordy Lordy Lordy
I took your chick now you want beef
and I’m just chuckling like a porky cause you spend all day with her spooning
I spend all night with her forking
That’s a one way ticket to hell and they want these bullets to book it for me
Man, I’m shittin’ on every statistic that said I’ll be dead or fucking broke
This is History, your kids, kids, kids, kids gon book report me but, what
And I think they wanna murder me
I’m shining hard cause bitch I’m at Emergency
B-I, GOOD G, I dooo it, boi

[Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y’all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
want you to see all of the lights

[Alicia Keys]
Whoaa-oh-whoa
Whoaa-oh-whoa-oh

[Elton John]
I tried to tell you but all I could say is ohhhh

[Drake]
Bad decisions, good intentions
Man, I’m riding, Weezy with me
I just left out of the strip club
Made 5 thousand look like 50
I spend all my time in Houston smoke that Kush but I don’t do Whitney
I don’t do Britney, don’t do Lindsay
I made 2 million since last Wednesday and I hate y’all
Ya’ll got too much free time
Sayin’ I ain’t dropped shit
Everything’ll be fine
Worrying ’bout your old girl,
Tryna see if she’s mine
nigga she’s with me, when she tells you she needs some “me” time
Its our time so fuck y’all
I really bout to go Spring break now, start taking shots in this muthafucker
And ya didn’t really have all that ass, last month, girl you got some shots in that muthafucker
Yeah, we got the Roc in this muthafucker and you thought niggas was gonna pop in this muthafucker
Uh, Young Money, Power Respect in this bitch, you would think we got the Lox in this muthafucker
I made mistakes, I made some bread, I even made a way for them to get ahead
To my surprise, nobody replacing me
Take Care and Carter IV, it wont be long ’til they could see the lights
And I’m on one, I got one
You a pussy nigga, I’m not one
So call it a night, call it a night
And I run this, and y’all know that
I take the purple and pour that
All in a Sprite, all in a Sprite

[Kid Cudi]
Getting mine, baby
gotta let these niggas know, yeah
get it right, ay
you should go and get your own

[Outro]