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It makes it easier, easier to bear | You won't regret it, no, no | Some girls they don't forget it
It makes it easier, easier to bear You won't regret it, no, no Some girls they don't forget it Love is their only happiness, yeah Squee-, squee-, squee- (sounds so soulful, don't you agree?) Squeeze her, don't tease her (ow!) Never leave her Uh, 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, Hov Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been? Niggas talkin' real reckless, stuntmen I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'em Now I'm 'bout to make 'em tuck they whole summer in They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again They ain't 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 (yea) Photoshoot fresh, lookin' like wealth I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live from 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, everything's for sale, I got five passports I'm never goin' to jail I made Jesus walk, so I'm never goin' to hell Couture-level flow, it's never goin' on sale Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain't 'customed to goin' through customs You ain't been nowhere, hah? And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showin' off I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-, nah Welcome to Havana Smokin' cubanos with Castro in cabanas Viva México, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Drivin' 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'(uh), 'Ye is chillin' (uh) 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 (Woah, ha-ah) squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her (scream it) (Woah, ha-ah) squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her (give it) (Woah, ha-ah) squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her (scream it)
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