Kanye West - Don't Stop (Feat. Lupe Fiasco & Pharrell Williams) | Текст песни

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• Kanye West
• Don't Stop (Feat. Lupe Fiasco & Pharrell Williams)

[Pharrell]
Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
the muthaf-cking skateboard P
know ing that your mee lo
playing games like you’re cee-lo
in a tight situation like speedo’s
you can have it your way like Carlito
my n-gga will be happy to give you torpedos
and have you car twisted like a blunt
for you faggot a-s n-ggas that like to front
I’m on some BBC bape sh-t
Im on some cake sh-t
in the kitchen with some heat making beats in my apron
you hating and you want to erase it
close your eyes when you know you can’t take it
my flow interupts your homeostasis
I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis
you talk street sh-t sound like sweet sh-t
straight liquorice you n-ggas sound ticklish
80k large for the Hermes dream
coke n crop in all your magazines
hunger strike yourself, look like Deline
Dion, me and my n-ggas like freeyon
you b-tches on my pecan b-tch
she got an a-s you can eat on
try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton
I hit it til I could seat on
try to get her freak on
ask me to R Kelly ya and get pee’d on
I said it aint me maam
that 8 behind me still got the burner
yes the enzo is stilll black like Sojourner
truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
spittin’ what I did in the booth
I’m out, pooof!

[Lupe Fiasco]
Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant ninja turtle era
water bearer tell the truth I dare ya
ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers
for terror made in america too live
the property of give me my props properly
high off life this high technology, Devry
I rep muhammad ali more like repology
my policy’s not to be dishonestly deprived
so gimme that, gimme that keep going
where my city at, I’m like steak and fries but never die
they wanna ghost face wanna be me but they will (?)
follow me into the after life
that means you going right after I’ve
but I’m the hero so like Jack Sparrow
so some way some how I have survived
ha ha surprised
who is he that we see coming over the tides
in a speed boat, boat load of (?)
all the (?) dress shirted and mastermind tie
hear what happens when rappping and fashion collide
so OMG is the “C” from the C-R-S LOL’ing at you haters
tell your BFF’s like

[Kanye West]
Yes, MR West turn that new child rebel
loud as a badass child level
who need a chorus we through with a tyrannosaurus
tyrone it’s been a year with no phone
could you explain how high is your zone
we’ll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine
there’s hoes in magazines you lame sayin you lame
and for the hating advance pull down your pants
make ‘em kiss both cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, business manager’s Jewish
and if I get sued my lawyers Jews
some girls do, grab the cajonas
say you got enough diamonds to Sierra Leone
brand new ferrari’s I gotta make the donuts
C-R-S is like a hip hop Chris’s bonus
n-ggas is hating on the internet I couldn’t tell
I wass too busy rapping GOOD as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail!
to collect to get the new sh-t that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinche, gettin’ Benji’s, get half off Fendi
half of that’s to Cindy’s
hoped out the spaceship on my Mork and Mindy
popped too many corks to let you dork’s offend me
props in New York but Chi town’s the city
get my citys hoochie’s Gucci, Monica Bellucci’s
all those the real millionnaires
or the bendi’s
so ultra I’m even over Oprah
but let me take your account, haha no sir