BË QUIET (FEAT. KODAK BLACK)
de Kanye West
This ain't cheddar, this quiche
Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her just to make her late
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life
Call her just to rock her life
Ride it just like I ride my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Schyeah)
Take her out her house
Uh, I'm spittin' out venom
The baby not real, it's not in 'em
Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em
Close that boy door, we dismissed him
I done got too high, just a little
And I'm out my mind, just a little
Red Lambo', red Skittles
Double O-5, we criminal
I ain't buy the yacht, bought the missile
Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em
Tape on it
Shake on it, shake on it
Uh, shawty keep fuckin' my bones
Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin'
Shawty keep hidin' my phone
Keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin'
Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Hold up)
Fuck her just to make her late (Hold up)
Do it just to rock her life (Hold up, hold up)
Take it just to rock her life (Hold up, hold up)
Call her just to rock her life (Hold up)
Ride it just like I ride my bike (Hold up, uh-uh)
Take her on a field trip (Uh-uh)
Take her on a ride (Uh-uh)
Take her on a trip (Uh-uh)
Take her out her house (Huh)
Whippin' that Benz like a rental
Two hundred cash, my bitch say I'm mental
Medical plans, I'm all in her dental
We like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel
Niggas say: Gas, they rollin' up fennel
Ain't on my level, lil' bitch, don't reach
Always hollerin' 'bout you rich, we riche
This ain't no regular cheddar, this quiche
You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
I'm draggin' my nuts, got my dick out in the dirt
Put it right in her butt, got her twerkin' in Turks
That my lil' bitch, she gon' listen to Durk
In the trenches with her feelin' uncomfortable
I was crushin' on you, now I'm fuckin' on you
Steady bussin' on you, now you love me
Haters gon' say you can just want my lil' paper
But who wouldn't want a nigga with some money?
Dick in her stomach, I make her a bunny
That foreign imported from Saudi Arabia
Like how you riding the dick like a gangster
For Yeezy you can turn my dealer to an angel
My name just shoulda been Ty
'Cause Dolla $ign, give will do it
Got my bitch high as shit, she out of her mind
Bae on the trip, I done took her to Six Flags
Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her just to make her late
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life
Call her just to rock her life
Ride it just like ridin' my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house
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