Lyrics:
Drop dead gorgeous
When she walk by
She leave em unconscious
No fakes in her mention
She ten over ten
She got her own bricks son
Drop dead gorgeous
on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside
Peace my Nubian brothers (Peace)
Ayyo knowledge this, we came here to do one thing
And this is what we gonna do
We gonna drop the bomb (Drop
Peace my Nubian brothers (Peace)
Ayyo knowledge this, we came here to do one thing
And this is what we gonna do
We gonna drop the bomb (Drop
police had kicked in the door when we stay on the west over there by the Goodies
I remember first grade I didn't get promoted
I remember winning the rec
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Versatility
Flashing lights up on a drake feel like Kanye West
Ease yo mind, please yo soul baby know yo body next
Bro got an opp thot said they drop to they
Talkin' practice baby
Only thing is
I'm not the shooter
I'm the bullet, bitch
[Verse One: Kanye West]
They say your attitude determines your
going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They're querulous and subdued
[Kanye West] + (Ludacris + Shawnna)
Now, blaze that!
(Stand up!) (uh) (stand up!) (yeah)
(Stand up!) (uh) (stand up!) (uh)
[Chorus: Ludacris +
Flawless
Drop dead gorgeous
Follow the leader I'm a lot less cautious
Stand behind the people who just beat around the bush
While it's bursting
Boy I'm so next I got em so stressed
Nightmare I got em waking up in cold sweats
This Luvale boy got the game so stretched/Kanye with it boy I'd die
to here that weak shit no mo'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
E-mailin' me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26,
and time flies, so I really hope this reach you, man
And Elijah Wallace, I got something for you, buddy
You might feel like Kanye West, but you really ain't
Nothin' but a gangsta party (for life, for life)
Nothin' but a gangsta party (West Coast, West Coast for life)
Got me up against the fence, back
or Bobby
Got Kim K or Kanye West
You ain't take a loss when you been up Conny
Then you ain't had a hard days yet
Young G's in the ride with the shotty
They
on the net claim
You broke my jaw fool!
I ain't sounding like Kanye West
Bitch nigga I rep Cali this that Bombai best
Walked the mainline
You walked the soul
from ash like Kanye
On the frontline like Varntae
In north of the west like Kanye
Came through hell like Dante
Up from ash like Kanye
On the frontline
wana be dead
You can walk in the gulitan nigga go ahead
My bitch drop dead gorgeous fresh out the casket
Reach for the massis thought she was plastic
hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Verse Three: Kanye West]
She playin she hate when I'm name droppin
to the God that I fear nigga stop
Soul utter shit that the mouth can't drop
She walk it walk it walk it popped it up then she stop ouu! damn! yeah!
And it's
Nothin' but a gangsta party (for life, for life)
Nothin' but a gangsta party (West Coast, West Coast for life)
Got me up against the fence, back
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