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Kanye West
Kanye West
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Kanye West
Kanye West
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Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
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David Payton
David Payton
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kanye West
Kanye West
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Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
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MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
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Mike Malchicoff
Mike Malchicoff
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Zack Djurich
Zack Djurich
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Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
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Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
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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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