متن و پخش آهنگ Junya pt 2 از Kanye West

متن کامل ترانه Junya pt 2 با صدای Kanye West

Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri' Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri' Tell 'em this, did he miss? Junya Watanabe on my, mmh I can't really see, where did I miss? Mmh, mmh Ex-strippers, mmh, mmh New killers, mmh, mmh Chi' n- tell 'em, mmh, mmh This on Donda, mmh, mmh On my mama, mmh, mmh Made a promise, mmh Junya Watanabe on my wri' Junya Watanabe on my wri' Tell 'em this, did he miss? Junya Watanabe on my, mmh I can't really see, where did I miss? Mmh Junya Watanabe on my wri', mmh, mmh Junya Watanabe on my All summer, mmh, mmh All summer mmh, mmh Four-five gunners, mmh, mmh In pajamas mmh, mmh They piranhas mmh, mmh Buy out the store in hours, like we planned it Junya Watanabe on my wri' Junya Watanabe on my wri' Tell 'em this, did he miss? Junya Watanabe on my, mmh I can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh) Junya Watanabe on my wri' For five summers, hol' up, uh For five summers, hol' up For five summers, hol' up, uh For five summers, hol' up, uh We took over, hol' up, uh We took over, hol' up We took over, hol' up We took over, hol' up Born in Atlanta, mmh, mmh Not Montana, mmh, mmh 'Scuse my manners, mmh, mmh I got standards Uh, yeah, 'scuse my manners (mmh, mmh) I got standards (mmh, mmh) I got status (mmh, mmh) You don't want static (mmh, mmh) I'm from Atlanta (mmh, mmh) Came from the attic, uh, uh (mmh, mmh) I'm in Mercedes, uh, uh (mmh, mmh) This not practice, uh (mmh, mmh) I'm not leavin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh) Where's my mattress? Hol' up (mmh, mmh) I got it back in my mansion, uh (mmh mmh) Hundred K on my mattress, uh (mmh, mmh) Yeah, I'm all about fashion, yeah (mmh, mmh) And she all about fashion, hol' up (mmh, mmh) She rock Yeezy (mmh, mmh) So we always matchin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh) Carti and Yeezy (mmh, mmh), how'd that happen? (Mmh) Junya Watanabe, ay Jun Takahashi, ay (ay, ay) Undercover, ay (ay, ay) Eat up like hibachi, yeah, yeah (ay) These Bottega, ay Slime green like wasabi, yeah, yeah (ay, ay) I know the steppers and hitters (ay) They don't do karate, ooh (ay, ay) I drive the Lam' or the Chevy I keep my bro in the back in the Kelly, yeah (ay, ay) I got a house in the hills and it's empty I'm with my girl, why you keep tryna tempt me? (Ay) Cullinan truck now, the Bentley Came with a umbrella like Mr. Bentley (ay) I'm really him evidently Puttin' it on but it's really in me I was created in the image of God Junya Watanabe on my, woo, woo, woo Boolies on my couch, stays on my Mike Amiri, did he miss? Junya Watanabe on my woo, woo, woo, woo On my I'm just tryna find our way Look what God done done for the kid