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the pastelle collective (yedits) - mitus touch lyrics

[intro]
fire! sonic boom!

[hook: kanye west]
that new rihanna in the front
b+tches in the back, they don’t like me though
why? i can’t tell you ’bout stupid hoes
why? i don’t know, she might be broke
why? i bet she don’t act stupid though

[verse 1: kanye west]
’cause i cut a b+tch, uh
i f+ck a b+tch, go and find another b+tch
and i never trust a b+tch
you done touched a n++++ 30 times
on some baby mother sh+t
talkin’ bout you celibate
but you still suckin’ d+ck
this that half a brick, quarter brick
aye, come and place your order b+tch
more of that gutter sh+t

[verse 2: kanye west]
she know that i have s+x with ’em
if you tryin’ get lit then go ahead light it ho
what you b+tches fightin’ for?
nah, i can’t even that’s why you can’t sit with us
you need to just sit your ass down
i heard you f+cked that n++++ well i f+cked that n++++ too
and they probably didn’t tell you that’s what suckers n++++s do
and if he had a chance to tell you then
[chorus: rihanna]
still don’t f+ck with you it’s that new rihanna in the front
b+tches in the back, she don’t like me though
why? side piece ’bout to let wifey know
why? can’t tell you ’bout stupid hoes
why? bet she won’t act stupid though

[verse 3: rihanna]
i get it how i live it
i live it how i get it
count the mothaf+ckin’ digits
i pull up with a lemon
not ’cause she ain’t livin’
it’s just your eyes get acidic
and this here ain’t a scrimmage
mothaf+cka, we ain’t finished
i told you we won’t stop
a n++++ ’bouta business
like yours, but you rent it
wave h+llo to the top
n++++ the veyron glide
tell the paparazzi get the lens right
got the window down, top, blowin’ la
got the hazards on, only doin’ five
you can catch me, rih, in the new la ferrar’
and the truck behind me got arms
yeah, longer than lebron
just waitin’ for my thumb like the fonz
[bridge: j. cole]
heard she hating though, feel no way
i ain’t f+ck with that b+tch, no way
said that sh+t to my face, no way
bet we shut down the place, no way
b+tches stuntin’ on me, no way
they ain’t f+cking with me, no way
price of fame, it ain’t cheap, no way
i don’t check the receipt, no way

[verse 4: j. cole]
cole world, used to stay off his d+ck
i sold out the garden, i should play for the knicks
took a couple minutes and i sold out staples
a n++++ getting cream like an old+ass laker
but i ain’t come to talk about all that paper
that’s what they talk about when they ain’t got sh+t to say
can’t understand why n++++s never got sh+t to do
you know they sayin’ same sh+t, n++++, different day
i never felt that, no way
cuz on the same day a n++++ doing different sh+t
spit different flows, hit different chicks
let my brixton hoes feed me fish n’ chips
why i do a lot of shows, i’m the sh+t that’s it
got suicidal doors, i just slit my wrists
never stingy with the hoes, word to cliff and chris
if i f+ck six b+tches i got six assists
[chorus: kanye west, j. cole, rihanna]
that new rihanna sh+t bump
b+tches in the back, they don’t like me though
why? i can’t tell you ’bout stupid hoes
why? ’cause i don’t f+ck with these stupid hoes
why? i bet she won’t act stupid though

[outro: rihanna]
cut that b+tch in the bathroom
get ’em all, uh
might got the b+tch in the bathroom
you don’t want it with me, n++++
you know i’m sayin’?
that b+tch say she don’t like me
you ask her why, she was like “i don’t know”
just like some sh+t that stupid b+tches say
you know i’m sayin’?

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