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    Uh oh uh oh uh
    Uh uh uh uh uh uh
    Uh-uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

    Kanye to the

    I'm getting spins all day in L. A
    Luv, we can go the D where Dwele dwell
    D. C, P. G or ATL
    Back in The CHI I made my life like the magazine
    Honey wanna know the details about my Ebony
    Well that's X-X-L
    Far as the penthouse, yeah that's upscale
    Mademoiselle got a hell of a Black tail
    I'm feeling her vibe, her Body and Soul
    I heard you stay in a metropolitan home
    Well lets kill all the parlay'in and offer you a cosmopolitan
    Lets jet out the club, get some oxygen
    Your friends claim I'm a player, you be lucky to keep me
    But you know people gon' be talking 'bout us weekly
    My car be, in a robbery, P. O. R. T but what's more important to me
    Is that you

    Open your ears
    Don't allow these words to be ignored by years
    Fearing lullibies, containing the same old lies (same old lies)
    Dealing just to deal is just a crime
    Besides I know you wouldn't mind
    Trying something new so

    Let's (Let's) Try (Try)
    We can work it out
    If you let love (love) guide (guide)
    The way that you feel for me
    Oh (Oh) Why (Why)
    Let this opportunity pass (pass) by (by)
    You should hold on

    Please don't resist (don't resist)
    Bless those harmonies to me, escape your lips (escape your lips)
    There's no need to go home
    Just to dance along (dance aloo-o-one)
    I know you can't enjoy it on your own
    Really I don't see nothing wrong
    With you and I spending some time

    Also let me mention, (OOh)
    My only intention, (OOh)
    Is to feed you every single thing you hunger for
    In my heart I have to (OOh)
    And-- want to have you (OOh)
    So fulfilled that you will never need to ask for more

    Now someone told my girl that she's a trophy wife
    Sorta like Grant Hill and Kobe's wife
    So when we at a club, and she be so polite
    But when we back at home she be poltergeist
    I mean provoking fights
    Trying to poke me with knifes
    And last time I tried to poke her she just told me goodnight
    See her clothing be tight
    She was pervert approved
    So she gave up on life, now she don't wanna move
    Hypnotized by the tube
    So she stay with the clicker
    In a cup full of liquor
    Thinkin its makin her thicker
    But its makin her slimmer
    So our future is dimmer
    I can't remember last time I took my baby to dinner
    See I'm sayin' a sister who was freaky and ruthless
    In a yorkshire terrier in the pocket with pooches
    In a pocket with Gucc's
    Was taking my lunch money
    Just like the gooches
    I'll tell you the truth miss

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