Otis

It makes it easier, easier to bear

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You won't regret it, no, no

Some girls, they don't forget it

Love is their only happiness

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Squee-squee-squee (sounds so soulful, don't you agree?)

Squeeze her, don't tease her

Never leave here

Uh, I invented swag

Popping bottles, putting supermodels in the cab, proof

I guess I got my swagger back, truth

New watch alert, Hublot's

Or the big-face Rollie I got two of those

Arm out the window, through the city, I maneuver slow

Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes

Damn Yeezy and Hov, where the hell ya been?

Niggas talking real reckless, stuntmen

I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'em

Now I'm 'bout to make them tuck they whole summer in

They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again

They ain't see me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz

Last week, I was in my other, other Benz

Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this bitch another 'gain

Photoshoot fresh, looking like wealth

I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself

Uh, live from the Mercer

Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya

Flee in the G450, I might surface

Political refugee, asylum can be purchased

Uh, everything's for sale, I got five passports, I'm never going to jail

I made "Jesus Walks", I'm never going to hell

Couture-level flow, it's never going on sale

Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses

Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive

I get it custom, you a customer

You ain't 'customed to going through Customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh?

And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off

I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-, nah

Welcome to Havana

Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas

Viva México, Cubano

Dominicano, all the plugs that I know

Driving Benzes, with no benefits

Not bad, huh? For some immigrants

Build your fences, we digging tunnels

Can't you see we getting money up under you?

Can't you see the private jets flying over you?

Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?"

Jay is chillin' (uh), 'Ye is chillin' (uh)

What more can I say? We killin' 'em

Hold up, before we end this campaign

As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames

Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change

And pray that all of their pain be champagne

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Scream it

Give it

Scream it