🎵 Pt. 2 // by Dorian_Ye

5 ContributorsPt. 2 Lyrics [Intro] (Perfect) Faaaaaaaa Faaaaaaaa Faaaaaaaa Faaaaaaaah [Verse 1: Kanye West] I told, I told, ay ay, I told you Up in the morning, miss you bad Sorry I ain't called you back Same problem my father had All his time, all he had, all he had In what he dreamed All his cash, market crashed Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that Drops some stacks pops is good Momma pass in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Driving fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm coming back I'll be taking all the stacks [Verse 2: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta Credit cards and the scammers Hitting off licks in the bando Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Going out like I’m Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy Man I'm the macho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me [Hook: Kanye West] I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I Taking all the stacks, oh Stacks, oh Taking all the stacks, oh [Verse 3: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner Whole bunch of lavish shit They be asking round town who be clappin' shit I be pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killing on camera Pop a Perc, I can't stand up Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up ya panty Fill up I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it I got niggas that's countin' for digits Say you make you a lot of new money Know some killas pull off and they in the Wraith CTD, pull up in the killa Bape Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank Fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it I got broads, yea I get it I get cards yea I shitted This how I live it Did it all for a ticket Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it And Bobby gon' trend it Jeff The Don doin' business Zana Ray fuckin' up shit and she doin' her business I be gettin' to the chicken Countin' to the chicken And all of my niggas gon' split it [Bridge: Pastor T.L. Barret} My life, my joy My face looks up to thee [Outro: Caroline Shaw] How can I find you? Who do you turn to? How do I bind you?