Mula (feat. Kanye West) feat. Kanye West

歌詞

Let me know if you're feelin' lonely 'Cause ain't no real niggas out here Ye what these niggas start hummin' out their mouth with? Bunch of bullshit, weak ass albums Bunch of lil' niggas tryna copy our style When we originated this, whole mothafuckin' album had hits That's why we up in the Ritz That's why I'm up in your bitch, head honcho Get you killed pronto, wearin' red now, El Segundo Bail long as Alonzo Mourning Kill a nigga in his Monte Carlo like Alonzo Sold records, sold crack, nigga, recognize For the record, I've been wreckin' shit since '05 No lie, J's on Take these mothafuckas off and throw the Ye's on Rewind, J's on Take these mothafuckas off and throw the Ye's on Yeezy, tell these niggas that they is slaves Master want you on red carpet like yesterday You a house nigga, I'ma get away though Come back kill master ass like Django Most you niggas just rapping for the fame though I start rapping to get the fuck out this durango What goes around comes around how that saying go? Documentary 2, no 50 keep the change hoe Feelin' lonely Let me know if you're feelin' crazy I guess all that stuff they told me In my life was extra shady I should've kept 'em waitin' Say hello to the mula I'm on top, no lie Say hello to the mula I'm on top, good night Feelin' lonely Back like I never left, nigga I'm on my second breath And I got another track from Yeezy How'd you do that? Like Eric Wright said Eazy Pull up in my cool whip, I don't give a fuck about it Leave it at the valet, I ain't fucked up about it I'll call an Uber, nigga, I'll fuckin' shoot a nigga I got a white bitch that blow like a tuba, nigga I just got a new crib, I just got a new Wraith I just got cooler than LL Cool J I just got a new gun, squeeze it like some toothpaste I, I, (aghhhhk) Spit in the face of a coward Shit on anybody ever try to take ours Ye why that nigga's face so sour? 'Cause that slick mouth got him wet up like a shower Now what you know about power? What you know about dreams? What you know about freestylin' versus each other Shelter outside of Nike Town without a dollar in your jeans [Hook: Kanye West + Sarah Barthel] Feelin' lonely Let me know if you're feelin' crazy I guess all that stuff they told me In my life was extra shady I should've kept 'em waitin' Say hello to the mula I'm on top, no lie Say hello to the mula I'm on top, good night Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Nigga I know you see me! Felicia what the fuck you want? Ooh please can I borrow your car? Borrow my car? Bitch are you stupid or somethin'? Well give me a quarter piece then Bitch I don't sell crack no more Well give me some money or something I can take around your brother house and trade I ain't got shit What about this iPod and them Dre Beats, you don't need that shit, don't you know that nigga or somethin'? So? Please, I'll suck your dick for this shit Bitch you can have this shit, I don't want my dick sucked by no mothafuckin' smoker Oh okay, thank you then. You know I would have sucked your dick for it anyways with your fine ass Felicia get the fuck away from my car Okay, what is you listenin' to on this shit anyway? Bitch press play