It's what you all been waiting for ain't it? What people pay paper for damn it, they can't stand it They want something new, so let's get reacquainted Became the hood favorite, I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Barry Bonds We outta here baby! "Dude!" Fresh off the plane, "konichiwa," bitches Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot Ask for it I did it, that asshole done did it Talked it then he lived it, spit it then he shit it I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas But only I could come up with some shit like this I done played the underdog my whole career I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year They say "he 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 Lo-head Cause my Dior got me more model head I'm insulted, you should go 'head And bow so hard until your knees hit your forehead And the flow just hit code red Top 5 MCs, you ain't gotta remind me Top 5 MCs: you gotta rewind me I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me But my head's so big you can't sit behind me Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Barry Bonds Yeah, yeah, we outta here baby! Wha, wha, we outta here baby! Hey Mr. West we so outta here baby And me, I'm Mr. Weezy Baby I'm so bright not shady My teeth and my ice so white 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 I'm such a hay-vic, oops I meant "havoc" And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit And I'm still cole like Keyshia's family Stove on my waist turn beef to patties And I ate it cause I'm so avid 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 buried, suck my bat bitch We outta here baby! Swag at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm Ha Ha Hum, and here's another hit, Barry Bonds
Written by: West, Kanye Omari / Nottz, / Wayne, Lil / Dean, Mike / Weinstein, L / Ventura, J / Papparlardi, F / Landsberg, N
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