(feat. Kanye West, Lupe Fiasco, Pusha T)




[Kanye West]
Hey do you have any black inside you?

Would you like some (like some)?
Ha, You know you got a right to do whatever you like to
Don C we got the right one that right one

In the club always the flyest
Always got her hands the highest
She stopped drinking diet !@%!e

She on that !@%!e diet
She bat she bat her eyelids
That girl is so wired

I know she so tired, but ooh she on fiyah
Hundred dollar bill look at you look at you
A hundred dollar bills this ain't new this ain't new

From that Paris Lindsay Britney, Mary-Kate and Whit-ney
People say that they clean mother$#&@er don't bull%#@! me


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All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom [3x]


[Pharrell]
You left your ^!$$% home
You said you at your sister's

You and your girlfriends' wrong
You in here taking pictures
You ain't gotta tell us

You spending daddy's cash
Your girlfriend's jealous
You got the fattest $$#

One down to pee, one trying to leave
It's hot as $#&@ but you just dying to ski
It's clear as black and white, like a fat panda

Your brain is Magic City
Your nose is Atlanta
I said think about your future

You can't do that tomorrow
But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR
You like "Hey Pharrell I ain't trying to kill your mood

But I can do the Star Trak sign see, killa dude"

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[Lupe Fiasco]
Now she got high hopes

Just to say hi to us
She want the high life
She like them higher ups

She know we high rollin'
She know it's high stakes
That's why she high speedin', out on that highway

She say she high maintenance
She say she high fashion
She say she high priced

I think she high cappin'
She had her high heels, I had my high tops
Sippin' a Hi-C, eatin' a Hydrox

I asked her how it feel up on this high rise
She said this high score this was the high lie
She got her hi-Pod bumpin' her hi-Tunes

This higher education welcome to high school

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[Pusha T]
Like I got a crown made of powder

Everybody knows who the king of the !@%!e flow be
All I hear is oh ki every line is oh ki
All you rappers okey dokey

^!$$% you don't paint pictures
I paint miracles on you ^!$$%s
And dime 'ye speedy bag (*##$es

Buy and sell I can accomodate your clientele
Shamu weight mother$#&@er breaks your scales
P to the usha, with a name like that what you look for
More less like P with the hook up
Hit me on the bat phone if you want it cooked up

Ride with me, as I'm switchin lane to lane
In my play clothes as I'm grippin' grain
In a hail of bullets how I write my name
Whether soft or hard mother$#&@er 'caine is 'caine


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