Kanye West
John Legend & Kanye West & Kid Cudi & Lloyd Banks - Christian Dior Denim Flow songtekst
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I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They lovin' me, but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb She know Cecily Lopez Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks If you work with my people Speak that Jourdan Dunn language Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls I wonder how it feel to lower Stones walls Jessica Gomes, y'all, I would damage her And see, uh Jessica Stam got the stamina I’m in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik, get Olga Ttell her I’m very single Abbey Lee, too I’m a freak boo I’m wylin I’m on a thousand I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They lovin' me, but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you Christian Dior denim flow I told her, I’m try'na eat out so what we going for dinner for Miami nights on the search for some T and A Tryna hide what’s obvious to see in me We conversate a bit about your DNA And my sandy colored suits from the VMA’s Oh, you was watching, who the fock wasn’t Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen Yeah 6 grand for a minutes time Italian vogue style a nigga for a minute rhyme Lets be clear and let's be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round table full of bosses here Still giving you it all like the coffins near I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They lovin' me, but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They lovin' me, but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you, hey It's time for a lesson in model behavior Damn, look at all the bad bitches I gave you Man, I can see the flaws to your flavour Look like wonder woman and still need a savior Maybe it's a billionaire, maybe it's the cocaine I done seen drugs and money run the whole game A good girl lost in the city life Agent Provocateur holding titties right He ain’t Kraft material, champagne for cereal Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on Stuff all my problems in that bong and I’m puffin’ strong I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone Must’ve been the liquor talkin’, I’m beggin’ the cups, “c’mon” Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler’s poem My sound’s full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (kush) Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (uh) Nigga, make some money for you, make a comment I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went? Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy Now I’m back like a nine milli, grimy New York City See me clearly through the storm The world’s mine, sits pretty in my palm Sean Don as we continue on I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They lovin' me, but I don’t know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you Hey Niggas think they know I’m the guy with the story They dont really know It’s so air frickin women How can I be better I could start with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut I seem to have forgotten that I’m off the nini To the people who dont know Cud’, know what Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner She got haters, some in the fam made us But they don’t really matter, we escape em with our paper “Hey, ya”, I’m on my Andre 3000 I’m all good now, a nigga don’t need no counseling Woke up in the room and my mojo was active Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old shit I’m on to the new act, on to my new script Bitches better have they thoughts before approaching I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other niggas Do things all before living, haters, copy, I’m the image, hey Haters, copy, I’m the image