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INTERPRÉTATION
Kanye West
Kanye West
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kanye West
Kanye West
Composition
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Composition
David Payton
David Payton
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kanye West
Kanye West
Production
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Ingénierie
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Malchicoff
Mike Malchicoff
Ingénierie
Zack Djurich
Zack Djurich
Ingénierie
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

I need you, I want you to Come to me, ecstasy (uh) Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) Ecstasy— You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em You got a sister-in-law you'd smash? I got four of 'em Damn, those is your sisters You did somethin' unholy to them pictures Damn, you need to be locked up Nah, we need a bigger hot tub Now let me see you back, back, back, back Time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag We don't throw stones, we throw stacks That's why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don't say your name then I won't ask She got a smartphone, but a dumb ass I thought of all this on ecstasy You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em You remember bad bitches that you smashed? I recorded 'em She said "fuck weed" 'cause she love X If she suck seed, that's a success If a girl cum, that's a fuck fest And we gon' score 100 on this drug test Now let me see you back, back, back, back It's time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag We don't throw stones, we throw stacks That's why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don't say your name then I won't ask You got a smartphone, but a dumb ass I thought of all this on ecstasy (perfect!) Fuckin' 'round—whoop, scoop! Whoopity-whoop Whoopity-whoop, scoop-poop-woop-toop Scoopity-whoop loot, looty-whoop-whoop Ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy (uh, uh) You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em Haaan? Scoop! You see them escorts? I escorted 'em, scooty-woot! While y'all was trippin', I resorted 'em, whoop! Then I kicked 'em out, I got bored of them, whoop! Now let me see you back, back, back, back It's time to get the bag, bag, bag, bag We don't throw stones, we throw stacks That's why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don't say your name then I won't ask You got a smartphone, but a dumb ass I thought of all this on ecstasy
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, David Payton, Gabrielle N. Nowee, Andrew Dawson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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