On Sight

Yeezy season approaching
Fuck whatever y'all been hearing
Fuck what-, fuck whatever y'all been wearing
A monster about to come alive again

Soon as I pull up and park the Benz
We get this bitch shaking like Parkinsons
Take my number and lock it in
Indian hair, no moccasins
It's too many hoes in this house of sin
Real nigga back in the house again
Black Timbs all on your couch again
Black dick all in your spouse again
And I know she like chocolate men
She got more niggas off than Cochran, huh?

On sight, on sight

How much do I not give a fuck?
Let me show you right now 'fore you give it up
How much do I not give a fuck?
Let me show you right now 'fore you give it up

He'll give us what we need
It may not be what we want

Baby girl tryna get a nut
And her girl tryna give it up
Chopped 'em both down
Don't judge 'em, Joe Brown
One last announcement
No sports bra, let's keep it bouncing
Everybody wanna live at the top of the mountain
Took her to the 'Bleau, she tried to sip the fountain
That when David Grutman kicked her out
But I got her back in and put my dick in her mouth

On sight, on sight

Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh

Right now, I need right now
Right now, I need, I need, right now
Right now, I need, I need, right now



Credits
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Che Smith, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel Homem Christo, Michael G. Dean, Cydel Charles Young, Elon Rutberg, Keith Carter Sr., Derek J. Watkins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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