Q-Tip
Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne & Kanye West & Q-Tip - Thank You songtekst
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Welcome to the bank, where you deposit Young Money And and you get Cash Money I'm Tunechi, the boss, and live from the vault, is Busta Bus Yeah! Yeah! Yo! Swagmania pop that goes most Carry the most, beautiful bitches with us happily toast Keep the faculty close, gross when we give 'em a dose Got 'em OD'n leanin in each coast Scenary froze, take notes rock most diamonds that fit us Chanel minks in the winter who fuckin with us?! We comin to give 'em the shivers watery flows spillin like rivers Floodin the street hopin niggas is swimmers Movin gorillas, King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up Seat fillin niggas get up when I show up Awww! Shit! Please don't throw up, hold your liquor grow up If you robbin niggas we 'gon show you how to blow up Thank you lucky stars it's the rap czar tuck your shit in My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin the chagrin You never win model thin walkin crack in your shin She gives in every time that I spin Square up bow down to the kings of the hall We wave on talk shit while we ball, so what's crackin with y'all? Native New Yorker the slick talker keep shit in order Call the reporter steppin like British walkers Legendary swagfluence see the influence, see how we do it Get 'em into steadily got 'em God I'm stupid So undisputed, act fool back tool 'til they pop off Police crowd up the street blockin 'em off lockin 'em off Got these niggas wildin while I signal my soldiers Bossin it up, maintainin composure stand on the sofa Thirty bottles twenty waitresses bring 'em over See how we light up shit nigga call the promoter And tell that nigga bring the bag better hurry up with it Then count the money up proper 'cause you can get it! I wanna thank you (Yeah!) heavenly father (It feel good don't it?!) For shinin your light on me (It feel good don't it?! Uh!) I wanna thank you (Hey! I wanna let y'all know!) heavenly father (Hey! Hey! I wanna let y'all know!) For shinin your light on me (This Yeezy! And you listenin to Q-Tip!) Settle up stiletto up saddle up and let's go Good times only difference niggas makin it though Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up On top of the mountain foldin the ladder up You dead and done rip up your paper 'cause your status is none Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge Your just a single 'cause you wouldn't engage Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goggles with us See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff Beat him in the head boop ba diddy baff, zippity boof Beat him in the head again stop killin me wolf WOP! Beat a nigga 'til he drop piggity poof Ox see in mi pulse, he don't want no problems with niggas Fuck it let's get the drinkin poison our livers Damnit we sinners when me and Abstract together see we deliver She got me touchin it fuckin on all my fingers Damnit we winners, pillars of this rap shit homey they know Kill e'rything 'til it's time for me to go That's when I bomb it when I blow it and I black and get a little bit dummy The microphone is bleedin you should take it from me! Incredibly we do it and to resonate the music itune it YouTube it it could never ever be refuted It's naughty for niggas and naughty for ninas, bitches and ballerinas Ballers and inbetweeners blatant non believers and overachievers Kickin it in Pele Adidas drink gallons and liters All of you must reconcile a leader She beggin to eat us and her man's attitude defeated But never a scandal because me and Bus we prone to handle we gentlemen Not to mention we veterans, second we need some medicine Before I black you should get off my premises Better fly you pelican, idiot ass niggas But then again you need a suit for your funeral measurements See me doin it effortless it's never gettin no better than this Givin your shit that you miss a better preference Watch me turn 'em to skeletons, see how I come to bring out the betterness Time is with it I rep the foreverness Flyin United Emirates, size private plane that kind of etiquette Purchasin diamonds handle them delicate Now you need you a better ref You could peep us regulatin see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left I wanna thank you, heavenly father, for shinin your light on me I wanna thank you, heavenly father, for shinin your light on me I know, it couldn't have happened, without you Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Without youuuuuuuuu!!!! Oooh Oooh Oooh! Without youuuuuuuuu!!!! Oooh Oooh Oooh! Without youuuuuuuuu!!!! Oooh Oooh Oooh!