Kanye West – Barry Bonds scritto da admin 19 Gennaio 2016 It’s what you all been waiting for ain’t it? What people pay paper for damn it They can’t stand it, they want something new So let’s get re-acquainted Became the hood favorite I can’t even explain it I surprise myself too Life of a Don, lights keep glowin’ Comin’ in the club wit that fresh shit on, With something crazy on my arm Ha Ha Hum, here’s another hit, Barry Bonds Yeah yeah yeah yeah We outta here baby! We outta here baby! We outta here baby! Dude! Fresh off the plane, konichiwa, bitches Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot As for what I did it, that ass—- done did it Talked it and he lived it, spitted then he shit it I don’t need to write hits, I might bounce ideas, But only I could come up with some shit like this I done played the underdog my whole career I’ve been a very good sport, haven’t I, this year They said he’s going crazy and we seen this before But I’m doing pretty good as far as geniuses go And I’m doing pretty hood in my pink polo Nigga please, how you gonna say I ain’t no low-head Cos my Dior got me more model head I’m insulted You should go ‘head And bow so hard till your knees hit your forehead And the flow just hit code red Top 5 MC’s you ain’t gotta remind me Top 5 MC’s you gotta rewind me I’m high up on the line, you can get behind me But my head’s so big you can’t sit behind me Life of a Don, lights keep glowin’ Comin’ in the club wit that fresh shit on, With something crazy on my arm Ha Ha Hum, here’s another hit, Barry Bonds Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah, Yeah, We outta here baby! Wha, Wha, We outta here baby! And Mr. West is so outta here baby And me, I’m Mr. Weezy Baby I’m so bright not shady My teeth and my eyes so wight like Shady Ice in my teeth so refrigerated I’m so fuckin’ good like I’m sleeping with Megan I’m all about my Franklins, Lincolns and Reagans Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them Oops I meant have them, I’m so crazy But if you play crazy you be sleeping with daisies Its such a hayvic, oops I meant havoc And my drink’s still pinker than the Easter rabbit And I’m still cold like Keyshia’s family Stove on my waist turn beef to patties And I ate it cos I’m so at it I don’t front and I don’t go backwards And I don’t practice and I don’t lack shit And you can get Barry to suck my bat, bitch We outta here baby We outta here baby We outta here baby Life of a Don, lights keep glowin’ Comin’ in the club wit that fresh shit on Wit something crazy on my arm Ha Ha Hum, man here’s another hit, Barry Bonds Yeah yeah yeah yeah.