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Yo, Ye Yo Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up On my way Aight Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop 'Cause I'm a G.O.A.T. in the roadster, sandlot Big dawg, baseball, sniff' it 'til your face off Only makin' short stops, the Apple call me A-Rod This is thirty for thirty, out the six-god Everybody Thanos 'til you show up with a hit squad Brick squad, ten-seventeen out the trunk Timbaland know the chopper go bra-rum-ba-bum-bum Billie Eilish, I go stylish, Ivan Drago Wrist rocky, nigga, I go viral Suicidal doors up, touch the Eiffel On a cross next to Yeezy like they crucified you Michael, Michael Jordan, Tyson, Michael Myers Grab the mic and I'm a killer for hire, man On the freeway, dippin' with IMA Don Cheadle when I'm grippin' the iron, man Yе I'm him, I'm him I'm, I'm, I'm him, I'm him SongtexteI might have to drop the Yeezy swim Just, just to get Yeezy to swim Shе said Yeezy need to drop it in her windpipe (Her windpipe) Still ain't met a ho that I didn't wife (Didn't wife) "Since his momma passed, he ain't been right" (Been right) Rich nigga shit, this a different life (Different life) Shit too cloudy, where you get your ice? (Get your ice) Old school Audi, man, that shit nice (Shit nice) Two joints hangin' off the balcony If a another bitch give me The Alchemy Tell me this her favorite book what I'm 'bout to see What, what, what, what How many niggas had it out for me? Did you tell your girlfriends that you down to leave? (To leave) You so fortunate 'Cause we doin' it big, notorious You so fortunate You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it You so fortunate She the drink champ, she Nore'd it I could tell, I could, I could tell (She the G.O.A.T) I could tell, I could, I could tell Ayy, I'm so fortunate I put the stars in the ceilin' like a ornament Yeah, hour-glass body so proportionate I'm under thirty with a thirty like the Forbes and shit You know I'm with The Game if all my niggas throwin' up the letter B (The letter B) You know I'm with Ye when I say it ain't nothin' that you tellin' me Make a white nigga switch his PornHub to ebony I went from barrettes in the Chi' to keepin' that Beretta clean (Beretta clean) Like fuck a bank, I count it like calculators We movin' one step ahead of you, every move calculated Don't ask me about the opps, we slid, they evacuated You come on the block, you gotta check in like a baggage claim, nigga Big Dreez (Big Dreez) Timbo the king Nigga, Ye had us in Miami writin' for a month We kept a sixteen to two I told her give me neck like flamingos Tú tienes novio, Numinatti lingo Diamonds like a stripper name, star like Ringo I'm with Ye lookin' for a Christian to mingle Gray sweats, mink coat They gon' see the AK-47 talkin' all that jazz, I'm Kirilenko Last night, I was in the Chi', sippin' Barefoot How I end up all the way in Paris with a pink toe? Just got a passport, ain't even ask for it When you run around with Ye, he got the cash for it (Cash for it) Balenciaga in the living room (In the living room) I ain't even open the box yet Boxcar, box cutter, got these niggas boxed in What you expect from a nigga out the projects? No contest (Contest), I told her, "In bed, I'm Embiid You just gotta trust the process" (Process) You so fortunate 'Cause we doin' it big, notorious You so fortunate You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it You so fortunate She the drink champ, she Nore'd it I could tell, I could, I could tell (She the G.O.A.T) I could tell, I could, I could tell I could tell, I could, I could tell I could tell, I could, I could tell Aus Songtexte Mania