Lyrics:
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
Operation tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn Station, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Long Iz one is, that's where we is man
Blocked yeah you getting blocked
Baby I came to your spot
Though about Lucifer cause bitch made this shit hot
3rd album I'm bout to drop
Better go
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
Instagram
Every day that goes by it feels
Just a little bit more unreal. I know
I told you I’d be okay without you
Now I’m writing this song just to tell you
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
good about yourself right now, huh?
(Satisfy) is has come to you (yeah, 6ix)
Hold up let me get it now
Bitch, I'm here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I'm
did rap
I was styling on you niggaz
Now I dont know the reason
I been waiting for forever
To drop the first album
I was dying for the cheddar
You wont
the dark, I plummet
Now the sky's blackening, I know the mark's high
Butter-flies rip apart my stomach
Knowing that no matter what bars I come with
You
three man try link up and do a album
It's not gonna sound like this
Tryna sound like A tryna like Skep
And the rest tryna sound like Chip
You ain't been
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
yourselves, you gotta see it
You want to plant some trees but don't feed the seed
As on its own, it has grown
And known to be free
It's like as if the time's
you you're improving
But he's just being nice 'cause he knows you're losing it, uh
On Free Mindstate, you were good, not great
By this album, hell no,
playing ball on the top of a yacht
Taking cover pictures for my third album to drop
I'm hot
It just so happens to be something has happened to me
They push
a little appeal
If you feel it, and drill it, and destroy the game
It won't be a fight
Cause the other person has to be alive
I told you in the last album
on your side
Not with duality but by seeing morality
You'll learn to forgive and overcome
Learning the truth
Talking no concern this time
Cause we got Cern
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
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