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the pastelle collective (yedits) - mitus touch كلمات أغنية

[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’?

- the pastelle collective yedits

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