Kanye West

Kanye West - Otis lyrics

rate me

It makes it easier, easier to bear

You won't be regret it, no, no, no

Some girls, they don't forget it

Love is their whole happiness

Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her

(Sounds so soulful, dont you agree?)

I invented: swag, poppin bottles, putting supermodels in the cab

Proof: I guess I got my swagger back, truth

New watch alert, Hublots or the big face Rollie? I got two of those

Arm out the window through the city, I maneuver slow

Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes

Damn Yeezy and Hov, where the hell ya been?

Niggas talking real reckless: stuntmen

I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them

Now Im about to make them tuck their whole summer in

They say Im crazy, but Im about to go dumb again

They ain't seen 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 bitch another 'gain

Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth

Im bout to call the paparazzi on myself

Live from the Mercer

Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya

Flee in the G450 I might surface

Politically refugee asylum can be purchased

Everything's for sale

I got 5 passports, Im never going to jail

I made Jesus Walks, so I'm never going to hell

Couture level flow is 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 accustomed to going through customs, you ain't been nowhere, hah?

And all the ladies in the house got them showing off

Im done I'll hit you up maña.. nah!

Welcome to Havana

Smoking Cubanas with Castro in cabanas

Viva Mexico, Cubano

Dominicano, all the plugs that I know

Driving Benzes with no benefits

Not bad, huh, for some immigrants?

Build your fences, we digging tunnels

Cant you see we gettin money up under you?

Cant you see the private jets flying over you?

Maybach bumper sticker reads: "What would Hova do?"

Jay is chilling, Ye is chilling

What more can I say? We killing '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 champagne

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