Otis lyrics Kanye West, Jay-Z

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It makes it easier, easier to bear You won’t regret it, 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… Sounds so soulful don’t you agree 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 Damn Yeezy and Hov, Where the hell ya been? Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em Now 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 another ‘gain 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 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! 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 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

It makes it easier, easier to bear
You won’t regret it, 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…




Sounds so soulful don’t you agree

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


Damn Yeezy and Hov,
Where the hell ya been?
Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em
Now 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 another ‘gain


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


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!


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


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