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kanye west - ass shots lyrics

[intro: kanye west]
i don’t know why n-gg-s tripping on a n-gg-
for clippers, i hate you n-gg-s too
but i’m black and mexican, we gon’ change that, haha
i hate you n-gg-s too!

[hook: kanye west]
if you ain’t had good p-ssy, n-gg-, try some
your girl ain’t got no -ss, she need to buy one
out west, southwest, where you fly from
new jersey, teterboro where i fly from
you ain’t got no ghost, you need to drive one
that b-tch is so broke, try to find some
and she ain’t got no money, tryna find some
i swear these b-tches funny, hahaha
hahaha, hahaha
i swear these b-tches funny, hahaha
hahaha, hahaha
you still owe me money, n-gg-, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: french montana]
got a bad b-tch at build-a-body
get a bad b-tch and build a body
when your pop, the slim n-gg- shady
when your pop was slim, i was baby
i came for them chips like i’m k.d
came for them bricks like i’m maisie
we hit up the trap which is booming
hustle, french john newman
f-ck making the move, we the movie
f-ck the whole group, i’m a groupie
all that money rolling through the lobby
vvs is dripping off my body
you can do what you want when you got it
go get a b-tch and then build her body
they wanted versace milan
we do what we want and then copy
smack a roley on my arm
skrrr, middle fingers to the feds
put a hundred dollars on your head
price of life hit you
and all my dawgs gotta eat
and all the money get divided
snipe game be the wildest
get a bad b-tch, build her body
get a bad b-tch, build her body, haan

[verse 2: cam’ron]
harlem to the death, i’mma forever front
a problem with the kid is what you never want
that’s what you want, i had my n-gg-s waiting for you
like you sitting at a table in a restaurant
slice you like pizza, i keep six in the squeezer
my jewelry is nice, dressing is iced
it’s how you can sit in the freezer
keep my d-ck in the diva, word, no problem licking it either
baby girl could be a believer, we could just kick it like fifa
all the women heavy like pallbearer
that henney got that cake like carvel
carvel, me, i’mma die
inside the p-ssy, man, i know just how lamar felt
my b-tch sit on me flat without no tummy tuck
she no stripper but all she do is pick money up
five-o called me over, word to my homie, i ain’t tell ’em sh-t
he seemed aggy, so all i did was tell him this

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