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Kanye West And Jay-Z : z - otis lyrics

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Kanye West And Jay-Z lyrics : "z - otis"

It makes it easier, easier to bear
You won't regret it, no, no
No, girl they won't forget it

Love is their home
Happiness yeah
Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don't tease her

Never leave her…

Sounds so soulful don't you agree


I invented swag
Poppin' bottles, puttin' supermodels in the cab, proof

I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublot's
Or the big face Rollie I got two of those

Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
@@#! back, snap back
See my cut through the holes


Damn Yeezy and Hov,
Where the hell ya been?

^!$$%s talkin real reckless: stuntmen
I adopted these ^!$$%s, Phillip Drummond 'em
Now I'm bout to make them tuck they whole summer in

They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz

Throw your diamonds up cause we in this (*##$ another 'gain

Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth

I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself

Uh, live form the Mercer

Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450 I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased

Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
I'm never going to jail


I made "Jesus Walks" I'm never going to hell
Couture level flow, it's never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses

Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't 'customed to going through Customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh?

And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off
I'm done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa!


Welcome to Havana
Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva Mexico, Cubano

Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes, wit' no benefits
Not bad huh? For some immigrants

Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels
Can't you see? We gettin' money up under you


Can't you see the private jets flyin' over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin', 'Ye is chillin'

What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames

Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagn

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