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Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'Tell 'em this, did he miss?Junya Watanabe on my, mmhI can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh, mmh)Ex-strippers (Mmh, mmh)New killers (Mmh, mmh)Chi' **** tell 'em (Mmh, mmh)This on Donda (Mmh, mmh)On my mama (Mmh, mmh)Made a promise (Mmh)Junya Watanabe on my wri'Junya Watanabe on my wri'Tell 'em this, did he miss?Junya Watanabe on my, mmhI can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh)Junya Watanabe on my wri' (Mmh, mmh)Junya Watanabe on my—All summer, mmh, mmh, all summer, mmh, mmhFour-five gunners, mmh, mmh, in pajamas, mmh, mmhThey piranhas, mmh, mmhBuy out the store in hours like we planned itJunya Watanabe on my wri'Junya Watanabe on my wri'Tell 'em this, did he miss?Junya Watanabe on my, mmhI can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh)Junya Watanabe on my wri'For five summers, hold up, uhFor five summers, hold upFor five summers, hold up, uhFor five summers, hold up, uhWe took over, hold up, uhWe took over, hold upWe took over, hold upWe took over, hold upBorn in Atlanta, mmh, mmhNot Montana, mmh, mmh'Scuse my manners, mmh, mmhI got standards, uh, yeah'Scuse my manners (Mmh, mmh)I got standards (Mmh, mmh)I got status (Mmh, mmh)You don't want static (Mmh, mmh)I'm from Atlanta, hold up (Mmh, mmh)Came from the attic, hold up, yeah (Mmh, mmh)I'm in Mercedes, uh, uh (Mmh, mmh)This not practice, uh (Mmh, mmh)I'm not leavin', hold up, uh (Mmh, mmh)Where's my mattress? Hold up (Mmh, mmh)In the back of my mansion, mmh (Mmh, mmh)Hundred K on my mattress, uh (Mmh, mmh)Yeah, I'm all about fashion, yeah (Mmh, mmh)And she all about fashion, hold up (Mmh, mmh)She rock YEEZY, hold up (Mmh, mmh)So we always matchin', hold up, uh (Mmh, mmh)Carti and Yeezy (Mmh, mmh)How'd that happen? (Mmh)Junya Watanabe, ayyJun Takahashi, ayy (Ayy, ayy)Undercover, ayy (Ayy, ayy)Eat up like hibachi, yeah, yeah (Ayy)These Bottega, ayySlime green like wasabi, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)I know the steppers and hitters (Ayy)They don't do karate, ooh (Ayy, ayy)I drive the Lam' and the ChevyI keep my bro in the back of the Kelly, yeah (Ayy, ayy)I got a house on the hill and it's emptyI'm with my girl, why you keep tryna tempt me? (Ayy)Cullinan truck now, the BentleyCame with a umbrella like Mr. Bentley (Ayy)Uh, I'm really him evidentlyPutting it on, but it's really in meI was created in the image of GodJunya Watanabe on my (Woo, woo, woo)Boolies on my couch, stays on my—Mike Amiri, did he miss?Junya Watanabe on my (Woo, woo, woo, woo)I'm just tryna find our way, yeahLook what God done done for the kid
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