Junya pt 2 - 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' … 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, hold up, uh

For five summers, hold up

For five summers, hold up, uh

For five summers, hold up, uh

We took over, hold up, uh

We took over, hold up

We took over, hold up

We took over, hold 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, hold up (Mmh, mmh)

Came from the attic, hold up, yeah (Mmh, mmh)

I’m in Mercedes, uh, uh (Mmh, mmh)

This not practice, uh (Mmh, mmh)

I’m not leavin', hold up, uh (Mmh, mmh)

Where’s my mattress? Hold up (Mmh, mmh)

In the back of my mansion, mmh (Mmh, mmh)

Hundred K on my mattress, uh (Mmh, mmh)

Yeah, I’m all about fashion, yeah (Mmh, mmh)

And she all about fashion, hold up (Mmh, mmh)

She rock YEEZY, hold up (Mmh, mmh)

So we always matchin', hold up, uh (Mmh, mmh)

Carti and Yeezy (Mmh, mmh)

How’d that happen? (Mmh)

Junya Watanabe, ayy

Jun Takahashi, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

Undercover, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

Eat up like hibachi, yeah, yeah (Ayy)

These Bottega, ayy

Slime green like wasabi, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

I know the steppers and hitters (Ayy)

They don’t do karate, ooh (Ayy, ayy)

I drive the Lam' and the Chevy

I keep my bro in the back of the Kelly, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

I got a house on the hill and it’s empty

I’m with my girl, why you keep tryna tempt me? (Ayy)

Cullinan truck now, the Bentley

Came with a umbrella like Mr. Bentley (Ayy)

Uh, I’m really him evidently

Putting 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, yeah

Look what God done done for the kid