verse
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
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The pussy got me feelin' like a kid
With the street lights on, street lights on, on?
You know, I got it goin' 'til it's
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Talk to the, talk to the hand
You talkin' to a grown ass man
It's like way, way, way too much in your pants
For us not to make the bed squeak
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Everybody rip the swag off 'fore I rip the tag off
Why my pants sag off 'cause I'm rappin' my ass off
Flow so ugly, money so handsome
This the fuckin' anthem, get it, the fuckin' anthem
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I don't really wanna, uh, talk too much shit
But you love it when I talk like I lost it
And I love how you look when you're blazin'
And I swear you turn at least Half-Asian
And we 'bout to have a liaison
She so cool, gives head with her shades on
You should just go and throw a cap on
And it's just so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
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Take it to the car, bloop, bloop
That shit look like I'm speed racin'
Leave 'em with me, it'll boost your reputation
Westside is where I'm stationed
Writer(s): Kanye West, Andrew Wansel, Sean Anderson, Mike Dean, Jeffrey Johnson, Darhyl Camper