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Minggu, 17 Oktober 2010
Kanye West - Take One For The Team Lyrics (ft. Keri Hilson, Pusha T, Cyhi The Prynce)
0 komentar Diposting oleh LION KING di 03.06Here is Kanye West - Take One For The Team Lyrics (ft. Keri Hilson, Pusha T, Cyhi The Prynce) @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com
[Pusha T - Chorus]
Doing my thing, pocket full of green
hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans
your girl a Queen, my girl a thing
you know what though? I’mma take, I’mma take this one for the team
[Kanye West]
I’mma take this one for the team
GOOD music
yeah you know what
I figured out I’m not a nice guy
I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try
you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids
I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs
I hate when other peoples crib’s smell like sh-t
I hate when I leave, I smell like the crib
whats the cause of the poor smell?
she said “I just cleaned up baby I can’t tell”
why every ghetto b-tch gotta smell like Love Spell
or that God-damn cucumber bath and body works
I can still smell the sweat the sh-t hardly works
what about Cool Water that sh-t probably worse
is he a classic like the Ladi Dadi verse
and my man probably hollered at the hottie first
I score, he took the charge
ooooh, that sh-t gotta hurt
[Pusha T - Chorus]
[Pusha T]
Nevermind me, ‘Ye have fun
if the cops ask, thats my gun
that’s my weed, anything you need
I’mma take, I’mma take, I’mma take this one for the team
one fat ass, one flat ass
n-gga hit the switcheroo on my black ass
ever seen Joe’s jeans on a jackass
and my b-tch got on tights with a tac ass
I’m a fly n-gga and I carry on
with the bottles of that Rose and Perignon
ever seen how a kingpin carry’s on
dookie chain and a herringbone
real sh-t, gotta feel this
first class flights baby that’s a field trip
double date don’t cooperate, kill switch
f-ck me and my man, you a real b-tch
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/kanye-west-take-one-for-team-lyrics-ft.html
[Chorus]
[Kanye West]
Ladies and gentleman
it’s G.O.O.D music in the house
and we got Keri
[Keri Hilson]
All I know you the one that I heard about
know you work your way up through word of mouth
plus I’mma have to test you in and out
it’s a dirty job but sometimes you gotta take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team
(I like your mentality baby)
[Cyhi The Prynce]
I’m blowing on stinky that come in a jar
I’m playing with her kitty later come in the car
she a red bone but her cousin is dark
a little out of shape but you’ll f-ck in the dark
until she start complaining ’bout her feet hurt
I’m trying f-ck, she talking she wanna eat first
I’m like why did this b-tch have to bring her
I’m tryna get her back to the nest so I can sting her
so I hit Big Sean on the ringer
I said I gotta chick for you that’d like a singer
on a scale of 1-10 she’s a 15′er
meaner, shoulda seen a n-gga face when he seen her
he said the b-tch wasn’t pretty enough to finger
though on my team she will be a fifth stringer
I said I got the fine one and the beamer
I’m the point guard and I need wing…
[Keri Hilson]
take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team
[Chorus]
[Kanye West]
GOOD Friday’s,
it’s the n-gga they love to hate
but all the bad model b-tches they love to date
you need to check my swag and get up to date
check check my swag and get up to date
we in the bathroom now, she get her back blew out
she can’t clean but I bet she got a vacuum mouth
and I bet I’m gon sweat her Vidal Sassoon out
her friend buss it, God damn it, bought the Racoon out
for the team, ugh
Like we always do at this time
Like, Like we always do at this time
I go for, I got to….
Like we always do at this time
Like we always do at this time
go for, I go to
Like we always do at this time
Like we always do at this time
Southside, we gon set this party off right
this time,
this time, yeah yeah
Mike Dean on the keys, hey
they love to hate, bad model b-tches they love to date
you need to check my swag and get up to date
check check check my swag and get up to date
ey, its the man they love to hate
but all the bad model b-tches they love to date
they need to check my swag and get up to date
check check check my swag and get, ugh, hey

Label: Cyhi The Prynce, Kanye West, Keri Hilson, Pusha T
Minggu, 03 Oktober 2010
Christian Dior Denim Flow Lyrics by Kanye West Ft. Kid Cudi, Pusha T, John Legend, Lloyd Banks & Ryan Leslie @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com
[John Legend - Chorus]
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 loving 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
[Kanye West]
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, yall, 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
(?) tell 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.
[Chorus]
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 loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you
[Kanye West]
Christian Dior denim flow
I told her I’m tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/kanye-west-christian-dior-denim-flow.html
[Pusha T]
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 coloured suits from the VMA’s
Oh oyu was watching, who the f-ck wasn’t
Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen
Yeah 6 grand for a minutes time
Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme
Lets be clear and lets be fair
The best things in music’s being offered here
Its a round table full of bosses here
Still giving you it all like the coffins near
[Chorus]
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 loving 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 loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you
[Ryan Leslie]
It’s time for a lesson in model behaviour
Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you
Man I can see the flaws to your flavour
Look like ownder woman and still need a saviour
Maybe its a billionnaire maybe its 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
[Lloyd Banks]
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 ‘fore 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
[Chorus]
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 loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you
[Kid Cudi]
N-ggas 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 n-gga 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 sh-t
I’m on to the new act, on to my new script
B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching
I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas
Do things all before living, haters, copy, I’m the image
Haters, copy, I’m the image

Label: John Legend, Kanye West, Kid Cudi, Lloyd Banks, Pusha T, Ryan Leslie
Senin, 13 September 2010
Runaway Lyrics by Kanye West feat. Pusha T @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com
(Look at you x 14)
(Look at you x eight)
(Ladies and gentlemen, la-ladies and gentlemen)
(And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)
(And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)
(And I want to show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)
And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
She find pictures in my email
I sent this girl a picture of my, hey!
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good with that, hey!
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at
See, I always find
And I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/kanye-west-runaway-lyrics.html
R-r-ru-ru-ru-run away
Run away from me, baby
(Look at, look at, look at, look at you)
Run away from me, baby
(Look at you, look at you, look at you)
Run away
Run away from me, baby
(Pusha T)
24/7, 365, Jenny stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it
Now pick your best move, you could leave or live wit' it
Ichabod Crane with that Lamborghini top off
Split and go where? Back to wearin' knockoffs, huh?
Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off
Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
(Inaudible) Wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty bitches in the baller-player's matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless
P!
(Kanye)
Oh
I haven't fucked in so long
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
(Ladies and gentlemen! )
Yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

Label: Kanye West, Pusha T
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