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| 0:59 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:14 |
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| 3. |
| 4:16 |
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| 4. |
| 4:22 |
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| 5. |
| 3:13 |
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| 6. |
| 4:07 |
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| 7. |
| 0:25 |
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| 8. |
| 4:13 |
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| 9. |
| 4:30 |
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10. |
| 3:39 | 
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KANYE WEST:
I'm known for running my mouth I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh I dunno, I might have said it I was kinda gone and light-head And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red And as usual, my pants tight-threaded It seem like everybody dress tight now And I just want my credit Don't get it, twist it, or dread it I am the king and will not be headed To the morgue no time soon, brethren Being broke made my head hurt So I need the bread or an Excedrin That'll only get my engine revving While y'all on 10, I'm on 11 I'ma make the news be on at 7 Matter fact, I'm on this very second I'm in first and y'all in second And this verse only add to the freshness Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list What you think? Way more bitches? I can never be too big for my britches Y'all motherfuckers know who this is I'm gifted Merry Christmas Merry Christmas LYKKE LI & SANTOGOLD: I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time SANTOGOLD: You don't know my mind Like I said a thousand times I gotta stay ahead Know what I'm fighting for I'll leave you to your talk Never seen my kind before And you're all so thick-headed Follow and I know I let it Part of me won't let me quit Won't let me just not say shit So much is there to be bored with Can't be still, I can't afford it Try to hold it in but it make me sick So I spit it out, say the hell with it I dream it and I build it tall Make a way for when it falls LYKKE LI & SANTOGOLD: I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes Whatever comes, I write it down So knock me out and shoot me down With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time |
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| 11. |
| 3:13 |
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| 12. |
| 4:07 |
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| 13. |
| 4:09 |
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Whatcha doin'?
All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop Now why you lie? You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! Whatcha doin'? All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop Now why you lie? You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! My bedro call me over Like 'where you been my brotha? What they got you unda? How's it been I wonda?' Can't keep you dreams jus' like me They brush me off then bite me When I make some money then hike me; Can not pump this like me Burn that bridge then white meat Now these girls they like me Lemme get no nerd no pussy Goin' straight to they head like books meet I take it on like Cooksey Wait a second that's homegirl callin' me "Hey girl, I been waitin all day for you" Whatcha doin? All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop Now why you lie? You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! Whatcha doin? All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop Now why you lie? You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! Don't be gettin all loose on bluetooth What's she gonna blame me on youtube? Sayin' eat my ass like you do Or take it in the ass like you do Cuz where you been, safe haven? Make them as my skin And they got this room around me cuz the box they put me in They want they fast Hey girl, I got nooses round my neck They gon' knock this shed from under me for reasons you'll regret How you gon' dance? put ya leg up Go head girl, put ya leg up Go head girl, put ya leg up Go head girl, put ya leg (like this) Whatcha doin'? All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop Now why you lie? You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! Whatcha doin? All the girls come my house, and they say they see can how, and you just let it pop Now why you lie? You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! You lie you lie you lie! |
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| 14. |
| 3:19 |
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| 15. |
| 4:24 |
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| 16. |
| 4:35 |
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| 17. |
| 15:32 |
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