Kanye West – G.O.O.D. Friday feat. Common, Pusha T, KiD CuDi, Big Sean & Charlie Wilson
Wale - ‘The Manipulation 2” one of my favorites from the ‘More About Nothing’ mixtape…
I got that better love… that no one better love.
They here today and gone tomorrow but this forever love.
Let me mind you ‘til your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub.
Rose petals as you walk… you kno the floor don’t need to see ya.
I got that good stroke… come be my mona lisa.
You see, them other guys pay they mind to your physical features and I can admire ya body, but ya mind is much deeper.
I done found me a keeper.
I done found me a winner.
I done found me a queen, what we eatin’ for dinner?
You kno I cook it and clean it and do wateva for ya.
Black mother of the Earth, you know I forever owe ya.
I will never ignore ya, ‘cause I’m forever loyal.
Let’s fall in love and let me put my seed in ya soil.
See, it’d be an honor to create life wit ya.
Can I lay right wit ya?
And wake you up with light kisses?
Good morning sunshine.
See, the more I see ya eyes is the more that I admire ya.
Whenever you tired, I’ll be right there beside… to pillow talk & confide… make ya secrets all mine.
May I sleep between ya thighs and wake up deeply in your heart.
In your mind for forever and repeat when we get up?
I ain’t even gon front girl I think you is the one.
So let’s fall asleep with the moon and I will greet you with the sun.
That scary love, never get married love.
I got that fuck you or make you love me temporary love.
I jus pick and roll these hoes.
I don’t even know these hoes.
I cut’em first, cut’em deep… I fuckin’ Sheryl Crow these hoes.
Have that pussy like some water hose and I’ma need to cum first.
Y’all turn be optional.
Modify your posture, hoe.
Muthafuck a Casanov, you can’t see mi casa.
We gon rock at this Econolodge.
You know I’m stickin’ to that proper code.
Strapped up, lock and load.
Go stiff, the condom broke.
I ain’t no baby father hoe, fuck that baby father shit.
I don’t respect no brain unless we talkin’ that saliva spit.
Hoe I got a lot of bread, lot of whips, lot of chicks.
You can be demolished and be gone without acknowledgement.
This just how it gotta be.
This is how I gotta live.
I don’t care about your drive unless you talkn’ ridin’ dick.
You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch know I am sick.
I am sick of women treatin’ niggas like that lotto ticket.
My shit ain’t no scratch and win.
You just tryna get over.
So baby get over here and get it open…..
This is an interesting read.
Kanye West - ‘Devil In A New Dress’
Uh oh! He used the word ‘Devil’…. -__-
Shut up and enjoy it. Sound like a long preview the way it cuts off but definitely worth a listen.