Loki Love – More lyrics

[Hook]
I Don’t wanna get high no more (Hook – x times -)

[Verse 1]
Here’s the thing about last night. Wasn’t really even that high.
Chain glowing in the black light, i’ll put you on if you act right.
Fresh to death nigga that’s right?
Next to best, when I flex I ten to step on the next guy’s, neck and let em see the rest die.

I…… I
Go extra hard like dinosaurs.
When I sketch the bar from my spinal cord.
Since I set the bar, don’t wanna rhyme no more.
It feel like he don’t wanna be alive no more

That what Kanye West made ” God Flow for.
All dope lines like pablo’s store.
Got the squad in here if you guys want war
Shotgun shells on my condo floor cuz

[Hook]
I Don’t wanna get high no more (Hook – x times -)

Gang Gang

Lyrics to ‘Gang Gang’ by Migos:

On the 21 Savage-assisted song “BBO (Bad Bitches Only),” Kanye West received co-production credits along with DJ Durel, Buddha Bless and Quavo. For the group’s latest single, “Stir Fry,” Pharrell had the honors of creating the beat, while Cardo produced “Open It Up.

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White Sand

Lyrics to ‘White Sand’ by Migos:

It has arrived. After teasing us with various records & details over the past few months, the Migos finally released their highly anticipated sophomore album today called Culture 2. Laced with a whopping 24 songs in total, the project features contributions from some of the biggest name in hip hop, including Drake, Pharrell, Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, Nicki Minaj, Metro Boomin, Cardi B, Post Malone, and many more.

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Kanye West and Kim Kardashian Wants Fourth Child Via Surrogate

Kanye West and Kim Kardashian have baby fever.

After welcoming their daughter Chicago West via a surrogate mother last week, the couple is reportedly considering a fourth child again via a surrogate mother, People reported. The couple shelled out $45,000 last year to pay an unnamed female to carry the newest addition to their family and with plenty living space in their new mega-mansion in Bel Air. Of course, that’s pocket change for Kanye who is worth over a $100 million.

“Even before Chicago was born, Kim was talking about asking the surrogate to carry her next baby,” sources told People. “She’s so happy with the whole process and thrilled with the surrogate.” The insider confirmed that the G.O.O.D. Music rapper is already on board with the idea and was even bonding with the surrogate father inside the delivery room last week Monday. “Kim definitely wants more kids,” added the source. “She is so happy being a family of five. She wants the family to get even bigger!”

Kanye West and Kim Kardashian decided that they wanted more kids after the reality star went through a complicated pregnancy with their son Saint. She has a condition known as placenta accreta which is a life-threatening condition that complicates her second pregnancy.

While she contemplates extending her family, Kim Kardashian’s growing empire is keeping her busy. On February 1st, she will be launching her Kimoji Heart fragrances which arrives just in time for Valentine’s Day. Kanye is also keeping himself busy with his upcoming album currently in production. He is also contributing to other artists albums like the upcoming Migos LP Culture 2, where he is listed on the production credits. There is no word from him yet on when his new project will arrive, but fans are hoping to see it sometime this year. Leave your comments below.

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Bryson Tiller – Money Problems / Benz Truck (True To Self Album)

Hey
Goddamn, goddamn
Hey (God)
Hey
Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
Every time you see me, I’m in go mode
Niggas ain’t ’bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
When I drop a few niggas is goin’ ghost
You gassed up thinkin’ we go toe-to-toe
Ay, I’m bout to go Kanye West on niggas
You know care less if I upset some niggas
Hey, supposedly I’ve been in debt with niggas
Fuck ’em, I ain’t writing out no check for niggas
My lawyer check them niggas, said don’t sweat them niggas
Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
He talkin’ wild, I said objection, nigga
You a lame, get up out my section, nigga
Hey, he throwin’ shade, I don’t play fetch with niggas
Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas
Don’t need attention, just respect from niggas
Oh no, all I really need is, need is
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
No way, that’s okay, that’s okay
Oh, I come a long way
Yeah and it’s been a while since I clocked in
Came out on top and shawty tell me I’m poppin’
Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up
When these niggas start wildin’, yeah, you the one that I think of
And God, he the only one thing keepin’ you niggas from gettin’ sprayed up
For my daughter, I’m gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor)
You got money problems, I’m sorry (hey)
Ain’t no money problems ever stop me (never)
I just treat a prayer like a hobby
And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
Ay, yeah, I heard
They talkin’ crazy on the block still
I ain’t on the block no more, I’m in the hills
Just checked the temperature, I’m hot still
Ridin’ 65, I’m on them hot wheels
The flow way when I’m sauced up
I got my money right last year, I bossed up
Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain’t cost much
Fake friends, they gon’ say we lost touch
Strangers, they gon’ say I switched up
Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah
Bad bitches want my kids, yeah
Light skin, I call ’em my honey dip, yeah
Niggas waitin’ on me to slip up
On my black, I just flex that’s how I feel, yeah
Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up
Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck
Ay, jump inside the Benz truck
I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
Or a SLS, gotta pick one
Get my bitch one
And she at the crib, yeah, doin’ sit ups
And she tryna get fit for a young nigga
She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
I’m just tryna get rich, double up figures
Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em
She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
She a down ass bitch
Down, down, down, down, down

Murs – Gbkw (God Bless Kayne West) (Captain California Album)

He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is, this happens every other night
They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this craziness going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this craziness going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
So they returned fire as he ran down the block
This is a story with three different plots
In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
And now he laying in the hospital
After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible

Stormzy – Ultralight Beam (Kanye West Cover) (In The Live Lounge) (Live)

I’m tryna keep my faith
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need it
You know we need it
You know we need it
That’s why we need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
Everything (Thing, thing, thing)

I’m tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war
I’m tryna keep my faith

So why send oppression not blessings?
Why, oh why’d you do me wrong? (More)
You persecute the weak
Because it makes you feel so strong
(To save) Don’t have much strength to fight
So I look to the light
(War) To make these wrongs turn right
Head up high, I look to the light
Hey, cause I know that you’ll make everything alright
And I know that you’ll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the light

When they come for you, I will shield your name
I will field their questions, I will feel your pain
No one can judge
They don’t, they don’t know
They don’t know
Foot on the Devil’s neck ’til it drifted Pangaea
I’m moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina
I been this way since Arthur was anteater
Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap, the bam
Tryna snap photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia, you can’t see her
You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
He said let’s do a good ass job with Chance three
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bars so hard
That there ain’t one gosh darn part you can’t tweet
This is my part, nobody else speak
This is my part, nobody else speak
This little light of mine
Glory be to God, yeah
I’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them raincoats
Know what God said when he made the first rainbow
Just throw this at the end if I’m too late for the intro
Ugh, I’m just having fun with it
You know that a nigga was lost
I laugh in my head
Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt
Ugh, cause they’ll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light
Look at lil Chano from 79th

We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
Everything

I’m tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war

Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they’re not good enough
This prayer’s for everybody that feels like they’re too messed up
For everyone that feels they’ve said "I’m sorry" too many times
You can never go too far when you can’t come back home again
That’s why I need
Faith, more, safe, war

Murs – GBKW (God Bless Kanye West)

[Verse 1]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing, this happens every other night
They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click

[Pre-Chorus]
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this crazy that’s going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

[Chorus]
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

[Verse 2]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip

[Pre-Chorus]
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this crazy that’s going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

[Bridge]
We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?

[Chorus]
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

[Verse 3]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
So they returned fire as he ran down the block
This is a story with three different plots
In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
And now he laying in the hospital
After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible

Yo Gotti – Castro (feat. Kanye West, Quavo, Big Sean & 2 Chainz)

[Intro: Yo Gotti, Big Sean (Kanye West) & 2 Chainz]
(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & Kanye West]
EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs
I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
Hit your bitch in the A loft
Hair cool but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin’, they amazed
Put me on a track with ‘Ye
In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
They record everythin’ we say

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They’ll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin’ on the top row
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin’ in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin’ round with extendo
Ridin’ round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin’ out the window
Niggas shootin’ at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin’, better lay low

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went dimin’
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon said, nigga start takin’ my shit
Nigga, start rhymin’
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Kanye West – Famous (Uncensored)

Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She in school to be a real estate agent
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

I just wanted you to know

Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know

Kanye West – Famous (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Rihanna + Kanye West]
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

[Verse 1: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

[Hook: Rihanna + Swizz Beatz]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She be Puerto Rican day parade wavin’
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

[Hook: Rihanna]
I just wanted you to know

[Bridge: Sister Nancy + Swizz Beatz]
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

[Outro: Nina Simone]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know

Kanye West – Diamonds from Sierra Leone, Ratatat remix

[Kanye West]

Diamonds are forever
They won’t leave in the night
I’ve no fear that they might
Desert me
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……
Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid
Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
And I’ve realized that I’ve arrived, cuz
It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
He write his own rhymes, so sort of
I think ’em
That mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought up
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talkin’ bout classics, do my name get brought up?
I remember I couldn’t afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
– its for yourself that’s important
If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from many men
Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
Excuse me
That’s just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I’m supposed to stop I can’t because

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……

[Kanye West]

I was sick about awards
Couldn’t nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 minutes later seems there’s no convincing them
What more can you ask for?
The international assholes nah
Who complains about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
And wouldn’t change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came, in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y’all to pronounce my name
Its Kanye – But some of my plastic – they still say Kane
Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi – them folks ain’t from Motown
Life movin’ too fast I need to slow down
Girl ain’t give me no ass, ya need to go down
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
My father Ben said I need Jesus
So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw ’em up like you bulimic
Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
A&R’s lookin’ like “pssh we messed up”
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
People askin’ me if I’m gon’ give my chain back
That’ll be the same day I give the game back
You know the next question dog “Yo, where Dame at?”
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
“What’s up with you and Jay, man, are y’all ok man?”
They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
R-r-r-right here stands a-man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands…

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?…

Kanye West – Diamonds from Sierra Leone, Ratatat remix Lyrics

[Kanye West]

Diamonds are forever
They won’t leave in the night
I’ve no fear that they might
Desert me
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……
Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid
Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
And I’ve realized that I’ve arrived, cuz
It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
He write his own rhymes, so sort of
I think ’em
That mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought up
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talkin’ bout classics, do my name get brought up?
I remember I couldn’t afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
– its for yourself that’s important
If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from many men
Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
Excuse me
That’s just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I’m supposed to stop I can’t because

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……

[Kanye West]

I was sick about awards
Couldn’t nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 minutes later seems there’s no convincing them
What more can you ask for?
The international assholes nah
Who complains about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
And wouldn’t change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came, in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y’all to pronounce my name
Its Kanye – But some of my plastic – they still say Kane
Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi – them folks ain’t from Motown
Life movin’ too fast I need to slow down
Girl ain’t give me no ass, ya need to go down
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
My father Ben said I need Jesus
So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw ’em up like you bulimic
Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
A&R’s lookin’ like “pssh we messed up”
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
People askin’ me if I’m gon’ give my chain back
That’ll be the same day I give the game back
You know the next question dog “Yo, where Dame at?”
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
“What’s up with you and Jay, man, are y’all ok man?”
They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
R-r-r-right here stands a-man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands…

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?…

DJ Khaled – Go Hard Lyrics

[Kanye West]
I think it’s time for me to go hard for the hood I’m from
[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled

Fuck the rest, we run the game
Kanye West, Khaled and Pain

[Verse 1: Tenfoe]

[Verse 2: Luguz]
I go hard [?] I go unreal
I grind hard, make music that you feel
[?], motherfuckers keep speaking
So it’s time for you to listen
Yo, Khaled, this so Luguz
The one you never thought would’ve made it, but he does
He did, he is, the best
The rest can rest, unless I die in flesh
I rest my case, I bless my fate
I played my hands without a spade
You hate to hear the bars I drop
You hate the fact I’m near the top
Hate to hate, shit, [?]
You would hate me too with the rhymes I talk
The rhymes I live, the rhymes I spit
It’s gonna keep me going, it’s going make me rich
I already did, I leave it you
Middle finger in the air, n*gger, fuck you!
I’mma keep my [?], spit perfection, I am dope, I’m baking soda
Cut in ages, [?]
[?] for greatness, I’m forsaken
I go hard, that’s an understatement

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 4: J. Pich]
I gotta go hard, I gotta go hard
With the flow of my beach coast
I’ve gotta show off, I’ve gotta show off
[?] with the teeth I floss
I’m so so sickening, no more convincing
Lyrically, I beat my odds
[?], no more [?]
[?]
Everybody’s talking that I am not good enough
Everybody’s talking that I am not good enough
With the peace and the people and the sound
[?]
Let the game slip away, let the name slip away
So I’m back in the middle of the streets now
With the words and the flow, I’m [?]
[?]
I’m a [?], and you’re a target, full shots [?], I’m flawless
And it’s [?], it’s garbage
And I’ve got a house full of [?]
My boss is [?]
[?]
[?]
[?], I am fast like Sega

[Verse 5: The Versace Kids]
Won’t let you get me, no
‘Cause I was [?] to go hard
And when I go hard
Go hard [?] in it
[?] in this [?] shit, come for y’all
My hood my be hard, bitch
My life is heartless
[?] you haters I’m a [?]
[?] beating on you haters
[?]

See I’m going, going, going, going hard
‘Cause I know [?] and touch the stars
Yeah, I heard them hating so I got a little smarter
Still [?] them hating, so I go a little harder
‘Cause I can, and I will
Go hard and that’s the way it is
But if you could

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 6: Rover]
I go hard like I [?]
Go hard like I really want buy that [?]
Got a homie on the ground like a young Snoop
Big [?], like “Who you?”
I heard these streets talking dirty like I ain’t got this too
‘Cause that’s what happens when you’re heavy like me and my crew
You fools, you wish you were Rover
But homie, I ain’t you though
If I was anything like you I’d, I’d, wanna be like me too
Straight out the crack house
[?]
And ‘yall don’t want no problems
[?]
Bitch, here’s a new day
Looking at a new [?]
Bitch, [?] ain’t going nowhere
I don’t give a fuck what the [?] say
Got nothing on your boy like the hood told them
Got 20 blood like I pushed these n*ggers’ wood

[Verse 7: Luguz]

[Verse 8: Kanye West]

[Hook: T-Pain]

Daya – Talk lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABC’s with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
But, I’m so ice cold, good humor

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)
[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somthin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
I’m rockin’ dirty sneakers with my designer dress
Order a Grade-A steak with no pomfret
I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)

[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Bridge]
No, you don’t know what
What you talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your mouth

No, you don’t know what
What your talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your…

[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner (Remix) (feat. Kanye West) letras

[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Born in the nation that breeded us
Why they don’t never show me the love?
Jesus Shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
Walk on water while I feed the sharks
Everybody just got made alert (Tiimmy)
You might get killed on your way to work
Everyone seen it in broad day
Nobody feelin’ that paperwork
Nobody cared that you made it work
All of the talkin’ just made it worse
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner ’bout to leave the block burnt up
And look what you made me do
Look who you made me shoot
Don’t ask from help from dude
That nigga crazy too
I’m the new Steve, mixed with Ali
‘Bout to get freed, I’m the new Walt
Fuck what you thought
Man fuck all of y’all
Cause Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

Daya – Talk

[Verse 1]
I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABC’s with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
But, I’m so ice cold, good humor

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)
[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somthin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
I’m rockin’ dirty sneakers with my designer dress
Order a Grade-A steak with no pomfret
I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Bridge]
No, you don’t know what
What you talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your mouth

No, you don’t know what
What your talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your…

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

Juicy J – Ballin (feat. Kanye West) letras

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin’, mane

[Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Let ’em all in
Let them fall in it
Let them play with all the dollars
Let them bathe in it
House so large, put a maze in it
I’m the type that take your chick out for lunch
In the middle of the White House lawn
Then switch up, start filming porn
Might tell the First Lady she can join
Do what I want when I want
Nigga you can keep them two pennies
I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin’ lessons in it
Now I’m peelin’ off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
She just want to show her titties off
Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
Bout to hit the club like golf balls
Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
Come on, dog
I’m too high, hot air balloon
All star, I’m on another planet
I just joined the fortune five hundred
Now I’m in the boardroom in pajamas

[Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
And I’m ballin’
When you’re boss you don’t take shit, you don’t call in
So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
Folks ain’t never gonna get it, I’ve been holding out long enough
Scratch that, now I’m on to somethin’
Fuck that, I ain’t letting up
Cats gonna copy this shit
They gonna wanna hold my awards
Poor lil’ Juicy J, this year I’m declaring war
Fuck they upset with me for?
Shut up J and be a decoy
Who the fuck they thinkin’ we are?
M-Town ride smokin’ blunts
We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
That’s real dope
See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
Sleep, what for?
I get some rest when I croak
I want a new island to dock my new boat
I went to the action and bought me a chopper
Now I need a new helipad for my home

[Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

Daya – Talk (Sit Still, Look Pretty Album) letras

[Verse 1]
I’m not that plain and simple, I mean another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABCs with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick tock, waste time with your rumors
But I’m so ice cold, good humor

[Pre-Chorus]
They say I’m outta my mind
Standing on the outside
It’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like to hear ’em
[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
I’m rocking dirty sneakers with my designer dress
Would do a great [Ace-stick?] with no concrete
I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

[Pre-Chorus]
They say I’m outta my mind
Standing on the outside
It’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like to hear it

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about

[Bridge]
No, you don’t know what
What you talking of
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your mouth
No, you don’t know what
What you talking of
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your…

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about