Otis (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/Ye/Otis Redding
Lyrics by：Kanye West/Shawn Carter/Harry M. Woods/Jimmy Campbell/Reg Connelly/Kirk Robinson/James Brown/Joseph Roach/Roy C. Hammond
Composed by：Kanye West/Shawn Carter/Harry M. Woods/Jimmy Campbell/Reg Connelly/Kirk Robinson/James Brown/Joseph Roach/Roy C. Hammond
Produced by：Kanye West
It makes it easier easier to bear
You won't regret it no no
Some girls they don't forget it
Love is their only happiness yeah
Squee squee squee sounds so soulful don't you agree
Squeeze her don't tease her ow never leave her
Uh I invented swag
Poppin' bottles puttin' supermodels in the cab
Proof
I guess I got my swagger back truth
New watch alert hublot's
Or the big face rollie I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
Cock back snap back see my cut through the holes hov
Damn yeezy and hov where the hell you been
Niggas talkin' real reckless stuntmen
I adopted these niggas phillip drummond 'em
Now I'm 'bout to make 'em tuck they whole summer in
They say I'm crazy well I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't see me 'cause I pulled up in my other benz
Last week I was in my other other benz
Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in
This ***** another 'gain yea
Photoshoot fresh lookin' like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh live from the mercer
Run up on yeezy the wrong way I might murk ya
Flee in the g450 I might surface
Political refugee asylum can be purchased
Uh everything's for sale I got five passports
I'm never goin' to jail
I made jesus walk so I'm never goin' to hell
Couture level flow it's never goin' on sale
Luxury rap the hermès of verses
Sophisticated ignorance write my curses in cursive
I get it custom you a customer
You ain't 'customed to goin' through customs
You ain't been nowhere hah
And all the ladies in the house got 'em showin' off
I'm done I'll hit you up maña nah
Welcome to havana
Smokin' cubanos with castro in cabanas
Viva México Cubano
Dominicano all the plugs that I know
Drivin' benzes wit' no benefits
Not bad huh for some immigrants
Build your fences we diggin' tunnels
Can't you see we gettin' money up under you
Can't you see the private jets flyin' over you
Maybach bumper sticker read what would hova do
Jay is chillin'uh 'ye is chillin' uh
What more can I say we killin' 'em
Hold up before we end this campaign
As you can see we done bodied the damn lames
Lord please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne
Give it
Scream it
Scream it
Give the
Achiever
Give it
Give the
Achiver
Scream it