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from Kanye West - Good Life [single] (2007)
Like we always do at this time
I go for mine, I gots to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky I go for mine, I gots to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky I'ma get on this TV, mama I'ma, I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life Where niggaz that sell D Won't even get pulled over in they new V The good life, let's go on a livin' spree Shit, they say the best things in life are free The good life, it feel like Atlanta It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh Now throw your hands up in the sky So I roll through good Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari And she got the goods And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned Haters give me them salty looks, Lowry's 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate And watch the money pile up, the good life Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky I'ma get on this TV mama I'ma, I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Welcome to the good life Where we like the girls who ain't on TV 'Cause they got more ass than the models The good life, so keep it comin' with them bottles Till she feel boozed like she bombed at Apollo The good life, it feel like Houston It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C. It feel like VA or the Bay or Ye Ayy, this is the good life Welcome to the good life Homie, tell me what's good Why I only got a problem when you in the hood? Welcome to the good life Like I'm new in the hood, the only thin' I wish? I wish a nigga would Welcome to the good life He probably think he could, but, but I don't think he should Welcome to the good life 50 told me go 'head switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate And watch the money pile up, the good life Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky Hey, I'ma get on this TV mama I'ma, I'ma put shit down Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm good Have you ever popped champagne on a plane While gettin' some brain? Whipped it out, she said, "I never seen snakes on a plane" Whether you broke or rich you gotta get biz Havin' money's the everythin' that havin' it is I was splurgin' on trizz, but when I get my car back Activated, I'm back to Vegas 'cause I always had a passion for flashin' before I had it I close my eyes and imagine, the good life Is the good life better than the life I live When I thought that I was gonna go crazy? And now my grandmama ain't the only girl callin' me baby And if you feelin' me now then put your hands up in the sky And let me hear you say hey, hey, hey Ooh, I'm good |
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from Kanye West - Good Life [single] (2007)
La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given much is tested Get arrested guess until he get the message I feel the pressure under more scrutiny And what'd I do Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry More Louis V My mama couldn't get through to me The drama people suing me I'm on T V talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel man I ain't one of the Cosby's I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed them I guess I should've forgot where I came from La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing Let up the suicide doors This is my life homie you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell you who decide wars So I parallel double parked that mother fker sideways Old folks talking 'bout back in my day But homie this is my day Class started two hours ago oh am I late No I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen Then say something where you gon end up apolog'in Let me know if it's a problem then A'ight man holla then La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash Let that man get cash let that man get past You don't need to stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors he can drive off fumes Cause how he move in a room full of No's How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes Must be the pharoahs he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure what's you pleasure Life is a uh depending how you dress her So if the devil wear prada Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between but way more fresher But way less effort cause when you try hard That's when you die hard Ya'll homies looking like Why God When they reminisce over you my God La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right |
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