Kanye West, Jay-Z - That's My Bitch
Дата добавления: 02 сентября 2017
Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Kanye West, Jay-Z
Битрейт: 320 Kbps
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Продолжительность: 03:22
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[Kanye West:]
Hello, can I speak to uh, uh... Yeah, you know who you are.
Look, you have no idea what you're dealin' with,
Something, something real as shit.
Pop champagne, I'll give you a sip,
Yeah, that's my bitch.
That's my bitch.
Shorty right there, that's my bitch.
That's my bitch.
[Hook: Elly Jackson]
I've been waiting for a long, long time,
Just to get off and throw my hands up high.
And live my life, and live my life,
Just to get off and throw my hands up high.
[Kanye West:]
I paid for them titties, get your own,
It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne.
She said, I care more about them Baquiones.
Basquiat's! She learning the new word is yacht,
Blew the world up soon as I hit the club with her,
Too Short called, told me I fell in love with her.
Seat by actors, ball players and drug dealers,
And some lesbians that never love niggas,
Twisted love story, true romance,
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance,
I'm a freak, huh... Rock star life.
That second girl with us, that's our wife,
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle:
Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle?
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle,
But my dick worth money, I put Monie in the middle.
Where she at? In the middle.
[Hook]
[Justin Vernon:]
Swilling little licks and mixes 'til morning,
I'm yearning, oh yeah!
Could I maybe have another dab of your potion?
Stop motion, oh, yeah!
[Jay-Z:]
Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, gofigure,
Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up.
How could someone so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers,
Picasso was alive he woulda made her,
That's right, nigga, Mona Lisa can't fade her,
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice,
But why all the pretty icons always all-white?
Put some colored girls in the MoMA,
Half these broads ain't got nothing on Wyldna,
Don't make me bring Thelma in it,
Bring Halle, bring Penelope and Selma in it.
Back to my Beyoncés, you deserve three stacks, word to André,
Call Larry Gagosian,
You belong in museums, you belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building,
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealin',
You too dope for any of those civilians.
Now shoo, children, stop lookin' at her tits,
Get your own, dog, ya heard!
That's my bitch.
[Hook]
[Kanye West:]
You have no idea what you're dealin' with,
Something, something real as shit.
Pop champagne, I'll give you a sip,
Yeah, that's my bitch.
That's my bitch.
Shorty right there, that's my bitch.
That's my bitch.
Hello, can I speak to uh, uh... Yeah, you know who you are.
Look, you have no idea what you're dealin' with,
Something, something real as shit.
Pop champagne, I'll give you a sip,
Yeah, that's my bitch.
That's my bitch.
Shorty right there, that's my bitch.
That's my bitch.
[Hook: Elly Jackson]
I've been waiting for a long, long time,
Just to get off and throw my hands up high.
And live my life, and live my life,
Just to get off and throw my hands up high.
[Kanye West:]
I paid for them titties, get your own,
It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne.
She said, I care more about them Baquiones.
Basquiat's! She learning the new word is yacht,
Blew the world up soon as I hit the club with her,
Too Short called, told me I fell in love with her.
Seat by actors, ball players and drug dealers,
And some lesbians that never love niggas,
Twisted love story, true romance,
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance,
I'm a freak, huh... Rock star life.
That second girl with us, that's our wife,
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle:
Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle?
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle,
But my dick worth money, I put Monie in the middle.
Where she at? In the middle.
[Hook]
[Justin Vernon:]
Swilling little licks and mixes 'til morning,
I'm yearning, oh yeah!
Could I maybe have another dab of your potion?
Stop motion, oh, yeah!
[Jay-Z:]
Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, gofigure,
Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up.
How could someone so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers,
Picasso was alive he woulda made her,
That's right, nigga, Mona Lisa can't fade her,
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice,
But why all the pretty icons always all-white?
Put some colored girls in the MoMA,
Half these broads ain't got nothing on Wyldna,
Don't make me bring Thelma in it,
Bring Halle, bring Penelope and Selma in it.
Back to my Beyoncés, you deserve three stacks, word to André,
Call Larry Gagosian,
You belong in museums, you belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building,
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealin',
You too dope for any of those civilians.
Now shoo, children, stop lookin' at her tits,
Get your own, dog, ya heard!
That's my bitch.
[Hook]
[Kanye West:]
You have no idea what you're dealin' with,
Something, something real as shit.
Pop champagne, I'll give you a sip,
Yeah, that's my bitch.
That's my bitch.
Shorty right there, that's my bitch.
That's my bitch.
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