[Verse 1]
Kanye to the Ė yeah, okay
Iím gettiní spins all day in LA like Felli Fel
Or we could go the D where Dwele dwell
Back in the Chi, I mean my life like a magazine
Honey wanna know the details about my ebony
Well thatís X-X-L
Far as the penthouse, yeah thatís upscale
Mademoiselle got a Hell of a black tail
Iím feeliní her vibe, her body and soul
I heard you stay in a metropolitan home
Well letís kill all the parlaying and offer you a comsopolitan
Lets jet out the club, get some oxygen
Your friends claim Iím a player, you be lucky to keep me
But you know people goní be talkiní íbout us weekly
My car be, in a robbery, P-O-R-T, but whatís more important to me, isÖ

[Verse 2]
Ösheís a trophy wife
Sorta like Grant Hill and Kobyís wife
So when we out in public she be so polite
But when we back at home she be poltergeist
I mean provokiní fights
Tryna poke me with knifes
And last time I tried to poke her she just told me goodnight
See her clothing be tight
She was pervert approved
ĎTil she gave up on life, now she donít wanna move
Hypnotized by the tube
So she stay with the clicker
And a cup full of liquor
Thinkiní itís makiní her thicker
But its makiní her slimmer
So her future is dimmer
I canít remember the last time I took my baby to dinner
See Iímma send her sister, who was freaky and ruthless
And the Yorkshire terrier, the pocket for pooches
In a pocket of her Gucciís
Was takiní my lunch money
Just like the gooches
Iíll tell you the truth, miss

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