Kanye West

Kanye West - Drop Dead Gorgeous lyrics

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(feat. Murphy Lee)



[Murphy Lee]

Whooooooooooo, what up derrty?

Damn, that girl fine, that girl fine, that girl fine

Yo, yo, Kanye, yo turn it up, a little bit, whoo



[Hook]

Take notes while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke

One look and murder she wrote

She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead..



[Kanye West: over the hook]

Yo, this is a Roc-a-Fella, St. Lunatics collaboration

Chi-Town and St. Louis

She said she ain't never seen Murphy Lee befo'



[Murphy Lee]

I called her back from an earlier beep

Fo' in the mornin' they be like "Nah, I wasn't sleep"

Convenient whore stay on top of convenient stores

Keep pictures of me in their Victoria Secret drawer

I keep somethin' hot on tour

Can ya, Kenyatta, make sure they know before what is really in store

See I adore the ones that call me Tory, true story

I created 'hood rats so these new mice bore me

See I normally settle for sevens, but eights I can't wait

Nines be wantin' time and dimes be wantin' dates

So know I got elevens and twelves

With at least thirteen or fourteen reasons why they fine as hell

I hit 'em up like Blu Cantrell

Hehehehehehehehe hell, I remember when she smashed LaBelle

See most women kinda sneaky like a six-year old

Hey yo they always in the summer, somethin' wrong with their nails



[Hook]

Take notes while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke

One look and murder she wrote

She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead..



[Kanye West]

What's the point of havin' a girl that's drop dead

That you know don't like you?

She'll run over your head with a motorcycle

I mean the way you look is nice, but there's more to life boo

Cuz I could go to videos and get fo' just like you

I talked to your ex-boyfriend and took a census

But you don't read the cookbook, you just look at the pictures

Matter of fact, when's the last time you looked at the kitchen?

This is gettin' ridiculous, how you gettin' offensive?

Jimmy too, Frankie B., bitch you gettin' expensive

I know you fuckin' around, my sixth sense told me

That ain't no male friend that bought you the stereo

She said "He gay anyway, you don't know nothin' about Jamario"



[Hook]

Take notes while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke

One look and murder she wrote

She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead..
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