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[Otis Redding] It makes it easier, easier to bear You won’t be ready, no, no No, girl they won’t forget it Love is their home Happiness yeah Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don’t tease her Never leave her [Jay-Z] Sounds so soulful don’t you agree I invented swag Poppin bottles putting 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 [Kanye West] Damn Yeezy and Hov, Where the hell ya been? Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em Letras de cancionesNow I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in They say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb again They aint 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 bitch and up again [Jay-Z] Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live form 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, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports I’m never going to jail [Kanye West] I made “Jesus Walks” I’m never going to hell Couture level flow, it’s never going on sale Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain’t ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh? And all the ladies in the house, got ‘em showing off I’m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa! [Jay-Z] Welcome to Havana Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas Viva Mexico, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Driving 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 [Kanye] Can’t you see the private jets flyin’ over you? Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?” Jay is chillin’, ‘Ye is chillin’ 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 From Letras Mania