Otis lyrics
It makes it easier, easier to bearYou won’t regret it, no, noSome girls they don’t forget itLove is their only happiness, yeahSquee-, squee-, squee- (sounds so soulful, don’t you agree?)Squeeze her, don’t tease her (ow!) Never leave her
Uh, I invented swagPoppin’ bottles, puttin’ supermodels in the cabProofI guess I got my swagger back, truthNew watch alert, Hublot’sOr the big-face Rollie, I got two of thoseArm out the window, through the city I maneuver slowCock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes, Hov
Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?Niggas talkin’ real reckless, stuntmenI adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ’emNow I’m ’bout to make ’em tuck they whole summer inThey say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb againThey ain’t see me ’cause I pulled up in my other BenzLast week I was in my other, other BenzThrow your diamonds up ’cause we in this bitch another ‘gain (yea)
Photoshoot fresh, lookin’ like wealth
I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myselfUh, live from the MercerRun up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk yaFlee in the G450, I might surfacePolitical refugee, asylum can be purchasedUh, everything’s for sale, I got five passportsI’m never goin’ to jail
I made Jesus walk, so I’m never goin’ to hellCouture-level flow, it’s never goin’ on saleLuxury rap, the Hermès of versesSophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursiveI get it custom, you a customerYou ain’t ‘customed to goin’ through customsYou ain’t been nowhere, hah?And all the ladies in the house, got ’em showin’ offI’m done, I’ll hit you up maña-, nah
Welcome to Havana
Smokin’ cubanos with Castro in cabanasViva México, CubanoDominicano, all the plugs that I knowDrivin’ Benzes, wit’ no benefitsNot bad, huh? For some immigrantsBuild your fences, we diggin’ tunnelsCan’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'(uh), ‘Ye is chillin’ (uh)What more can I say? We killin’ ’emHold up, before we end this campaignAs you can see, we done bodied the damn lamesLord, please let them accept the things they can’t changeAnd pray that all of their pain be champagne