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Blame Game by Kanye West feat. John Legend
Blame Game
Capo:no capo
Chords are:
F#m A E D
-2- -5- -0- -0/2h-
-2- -5- -0- -3-
-2- -6- -1- -2-
-4- -7- -2- -0-
-4- -7- -2- -0-
-2- -5- -0- -x-
Don't forget to hammer on the 2 on the E-string.
F#m A
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more
F#m E D
Let's play the blame game for sure.
F#m A
Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more.
F#m E D
Let's call her names, names, for sure.
etc....
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I'll call you bitch for short
As a last resort and my first resort
You call me motherfucker for long
At the end of it, you know we both were wrong
But I love to play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
On a bathroom wall I wrote
I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else
I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it
And I went and found somebody else
Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings
Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
'TIl about two am and I call back and I hang up
And I start to blame myself, somebody help
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it
Stick around, some real feelings might surface
Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom
Gripping you up, fucking, and choking you
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude
And if you are, I hope you have a good time
'Cause I definitely be having mine
And you ain't fixin' to see a mogul get emotional
Every time I hear about other nigga's stroking you
Lie and say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you
Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you
I'm calling your brother's phone, like what was I supposed to do?
Even though I knew he never told the truth
He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
At a certain point I had to stop asking questions
Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl
You getting blackmailed for that white girl
You always said Yeezy, I ain't your right, girl
You'll probably find one of them "I like art" type girls
All of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl
And I was satisfied being in love with a lie
Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame
For the pain and it poured every time when it rained
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity, we erased one another
So far from where we came with so much of everything
How do we leave with nothing?
Lack of visual empathy
Equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
Chloe Mitchell
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
And when the phone called it just rang and rang
You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
And I heard the whole thing
I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing
Oh, my God, baby, you done took this shit to the 'nother motherfucking level
Now a neighborhood nigga like me
Ain't supposed to be getting no pussy like this
God damn, god damn
Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? Yeezy taught me
You never used to talk dirty, but now you, you god damn disgusting
My, my God, wh-wh-where'd you learn that? Yeezy taught me
Look at you motherfucking butt-ass naked
With them motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on
Who thought you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on?
Yeezy taught me
Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level
This is some Cirque Du Soleil pussy now, shit
You done went all porno on a nigga, okay?
And I, I, I, I love it, and I thank you
I thank you, my dick thanks you
How did you learn, how di-
How did your pussy game come up?
Yeezy taught me
I was fucking parts of your pussy
I never fucked before
I was in there like, "Oh shit I never been here before
I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before"
It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit
What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?
Yeezy re-upholstered my pussy
You know what, I got to thank Yeezy
And when I see that nigga I'ma thank him
I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker
I'ma shoot a bootlegger, that's how good I feel about this nigga
Oh, I still can't believe you got me this watch
This motherfucker's the exact motherfucker I wanted
With the bezel, this is the motherfucker I wanted
I saw this shit, I saw it
Twista had this shit on in The Source, I remember
Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source
That's right, that's right
Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this is the best birthday ever
Where you learn to treat a nigga like this?
Yeezy taught me
Yeezy taught you well
Yeezy taught you well
------------------
version 2
Capo:1st fret
Standard Tuning
Em Bm C Am
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more
Em Bm Am
Let's play the blame game for sure.
Em Bm C Am
Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more.
Em Bm Am
Let's call her names, names, for sure.
Chords are the same throughout the song
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I'll call you bitch for short
As a last resort and my first resort
You call me motherfucker for long
At the end of it, you know we both were wrong
But I love to play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
On a bathroom wall I wrote
I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else
I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it
And I went and found somebody else
Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings
Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
'TIl about two am and I call back and I hang up
And I start to blame myself, somebody help
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it
Stick around, some real feelings might surface
Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom
Gripping you up, fucking, and choking you
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude
And if you are, I hope you have a good time
'Cause I definitely be having mine
And you ain't fixin' to see a mogul get emotional
Every time I hear about other nigga's stroking you
Lie and say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you
Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you
I'm calling your brother's phone, like what was I supposed to do?
Even though I knew he never told the truth
He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
At a certain point I had to stop asking questions
Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl
You getting blackmailed for that white girl
You always said Yeezy, I ain't your right, girl
You'll probably find one of them "I like art" type girls
All of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl
And I was satisfied being in love with a lie
Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame
For the pain and it poured every time when it rained
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity, we erased one another
So far from where we came with so much of everything
How do we leave with nothing?
Lack of visual empathy
Equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
Chloe Mitchell
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
And when the phone called it just rang and rang
You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
And I heard the whole thing
I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing
Oh, my God, baby, you done took this shit to the 'nother motherfucking level
Now a neighborhood nigga like me
Ain't supposed to be getting no pussy like this
God damn, god damn
Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? Yeezy taught me
You never used to talk dirty, but now you, you god damn disgusting
My, my God, wh-wh-where'd you learn that? Yeezy taught me
Look at you motherfucking butt-ass naked
With them motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on
Who thought you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on?
Yeezy taught me
Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level
This is some Cirque Du Soleil pussy now, shit
You done went all porno on a nigga, okay?
And I, I, I, I love it, and I thank you
I thank you, my dick thanks you
How did you learn, how di-
How did your pussy game come up?
Yeezy taught me
I was fucking parts of your pussy
I never fucked before
I was in there like, "Oh shit I never been here before
I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before"
It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit
What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?
Yeezy re-upholstered my pussy
You know what, I got to thank Yeezy
And when I see that nigga I'ma thank him
I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker
I'ma shoot a bootlegger, that's how good I feel about this nigga
Oh, I still can't believe you got me this watch
This motherfucker's the exact motherfucker I wanted
With the bezel, this is the motherfucker I wanted
I saw this shit, I saw it
Twista had this shit on in The Source, I remember
Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source
That's right, that's right
Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this is the best birthday ever
Where you learn to treat a nigga like this?
Yeezy taught me
Yeezy taught you well
Yeezy taught you well
------------------
version 3
Capo:no capo
[Chorus]
Em Bm Cadd9 Am
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more
Em Am C
Let's play the blame game for sure
Em Bm Cadd9 Am
Let's call out names names, I hate you, more
Em Am C
Let's call out names, names, for sure
[Verse]
Em Bm
I'll Call you bitch for short
Cadd9 Am
As a last resort and my first resort
Em Bm
You call me motherfucker for long
Cadd9 Am
And at the end of it, you know we both were wrong
[Chorus]
(Silent) Em Bm Cadd9 Am
But I love to play the blame game, I love you, more
Em Am C
Let's play the blame game for sure
Em Bm Cadd9 Am
Let's call out names names, I hate you, more
Em Am C
Let's call out names, names, for sure
[Verse]
Em Bm
On a bathroom wall I wrote
Cadd9 Am
I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else
Em Bm Cadd9
I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it
Am
And I went and found somebody else
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I'll call you bitch for short
As a last resort and my first resort
You call me motherfucker for long
At the end of it, you know we both were wrong
But I love to play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
On a bathroom wall I wrote
I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else
I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it
And I went and found somebody else
Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings
Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
'TIl about two am and I call back and I hang up
And I start to blame myself, somebody help
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it
Stick around, some real feelings might surface
Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom
Gripping you up, fucking, and choking you
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude
And if you are, I hope you have a good time
'Cause I definitely be having mine
And you ain't fixin' to see a mogul get emotional
Every time I hear about other nigga's stroking you
Lie and say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you
Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you
I'm calling your brother's phone, like what was I supposed to do?
Even though I knew he never told the truth
He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
At a certain point I had to stop asking questions
Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl
You getting blackmailed for that white girl
You always said Yeezy, I ain't your right, girl
You'll probably find one of them "I like art" type girls
All of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl
And I was satisfied being in love with a lie
Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame
For the pain and it poured every time when it rained
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity, we erased one another
So far from where we came with so much of everything
How do we leave with nothing?
Lack of visual empathy
Equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
Chloe Mitchell
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
And when the phone called it just rang and rang
You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
And I heard the whole thing
I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing
Oh, my God, baby, you done took this shit to the 'nother motherfucking level
Now a neighborhood nigga like me
Ain't supposed to be getting no pussy like this
God damn, god damn
Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? Yeezy taught me
You never used to talk dirty, but now you, you god damn disgusting
My, my God, wh-wh-where'd you learn that? Yeezy taught me
Look at you motherfucking butt-ass naked
With them motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on
Who thought you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on?
Yeezy taught me
Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level
This is some Cirque Du Soleil pussy now, shit
You done went all porno on a nigga, okay?
And I, I, I, I love it, and I thank you
I thank you, my dick thanks you
How did you learn, how di-
How did your pussy game come up?
Yeezy taught me
I was fucking parts of your pussy
I never fucked before
I was in there like, "Oh shit I never been here before
I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before"
It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit
What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?
Yeezy re-upholstered my pussy
You know what, I got to thank Yeezy
And when I see that nigga I'ma thank him
I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker
I'ma shoot a bootlegger, that's how good I feel about this nigga
Oh, I still can't believe you got me this watch
This motherfucker's the exact motherfucker I wanted
With the bezel, this is the motherfucker I wanted
I saw this shit, I saw it
Twista had this shit on in The Source, I remember
Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source
That's right, that's right
Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this is the best birthday ever
Where you learn to treat a nigga like this?
Yeezy taught me
Yeezy taught you well
Yeezy taught you well
------------------
version 4
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:1st fret
[Intro]
Em Bm C
Em Bm C Am
Whose fault?
Em Bm Am Am
[Chorus 1]
Em Bm C Am
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's play the blame game for sure
Em Bm C Am
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's call out names, names for sure
[Verse 1]
Em Bm C Am
I'll call you bitch for short
Em Bm Am Am
As a last resort and my first resort
Em Bm C Am
You call me motherfucker for long
Em Bm Am
At the end of it, you know we both were wrong
[Chorus 2]
Am Em Bm C Am
But I love to play the blame game, I love you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's play the blame game for sure
Em Bm C Am
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's call out names, names for sure
[Verse 2]
Em
On a bathroom wall I wrote
Bm C Am
"I'd rather argue with you than be with someone else"
Em
I took a piss and dismiss it like "fuck it"
Bm Am Am
And I went and found somebody else
Em
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings
Bm C Am
Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
Em
Till about two a.m. and I call back
Bm Am
And I hang up and I start to blame myself
Am
Somebody help
[Chorus 1]
Em Bm C Am
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's play the blame game for sure
Em Bm C Am
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's call out names, names for sure
[Verse 3]
Em Bm
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it
C Am
Stick around, some real feelings might surface
Em Bm Am
Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom
Am
Gripping you up, fucking and choking you
Em Bm
What the hell was I supposed to do?
C Am
I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude
Em Bm C
And if you are I hope you have a good time
Am
Cause I definitely be having mine
Em Bm
And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional
C Am
Every time I hear bout other niggas is strokin' you
Em Bm
Lying, say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
Am Am
Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
Em Bm
You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you
C Am
Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
Em Bm
1AM and can't nobody get a hold of you
Am Am
I'm calling your brother's phone like what was I supposed to do?
Em Bm
Even though I knew, he never told the truth
C Am
He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
Em Bm Am
At a certain point I had to stop asking questions
Am
Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
Em
I heard he bought some coke with my money
Bm
That ain't right girl
C Am
You getting blackmailed for that white girl
Em Bm
You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl"
Am Am
You'll probably find one of them "I like art"-type girls
Em Bm
All of the lights, she-was-caught-in-the-hype girl
C Am
And I was satisfied being in love with the lie
Em Bm
Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame
Am Am
For the pain and it poured every time when it rained
[Chorus 1]
Em Bm C Am
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's play the blame game for sure
[Interlude]
Em Bm
"Things used to be, now they not
C Am
Anything but us is who we are
Em Bm
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
Am Am
We've become public enemies
Em
We walk away like strangers in the street
Bm
Gone for eternity
C Am
We erased one another
Em
So far from where we came
Bm Am Am
With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing?
Em Bm C
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Am Em Bm
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely"
Am Am
- Chloe Mitchell
[Chorus 1]
Em Bm C Am
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's play the blame game for sure
Em Bm C Am
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Em Bm Am Am
Let's call out names, names for sure
[Bridge]
Em Bm C Am
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
Em Bm Am Am
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
Em Bm C Am
I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much
Em Bm Am Am
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
[Outro]
Em Bm
And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
C Am
And when the phone called it just ring and ring
Em Bm Am
You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
Am
And I heard the whole thing
Em Bm C Am Em Bm Am
I heard the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole
Am
thing
------------------
version 5
Capo:no capo
Play with a bit of delay to get the atmosphere
Intro:
e|---------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------|
G|--------------------9----9h11p9--|
D|--11------9-11----9---11---------|
A|-----9-12------12----------------|
E|---------------------------------|
Ok, so the piano bassline goes like this:
Agh I'm sorry but it's a piano part and some of the chord shapes/changes might
feel unnatural
(going up) (going down)
e|---------------------------------------------|------------------------------
B|-----------------------------------------10--|--10--------------------------
G|--------------------9--------11--------------|-----11------------11---11----
D|--11------9-11----9--------9----------11-----|--------11------11---------11-
A|-----9-12------12-------12---------12--------|-------------12---------------
E|---------------------------------------------|------------------------------
---------------|
--------10-----|
11---------11--|
-----11--------|
---------------|
---------------|
The going up part you need to bar the ninth and then move to a c shape
starting on the
12th. Going down just bar 10th and make the shape.
That's going to repeat for the entire song, but it's probably not enough to
sound good.
Here's the high part, which is tabbed out to go parallel with the low part.
e|-----------------------12h14p12--------------|------------------------------
B|--14--------14-------14----------------------|---14------12-----------------
G|---------------------------------------------|-11---------------11-------11-
D|---------------------------------------------|----------------14---11-14----
A|---------------------------------------------|------------------------------
E|---------------------------------------------|------------------------------
---------------|
---14----------|
---------------|
---------------|
---------------|
---------------|
^^This one's missing some notes because guitars don't go that high, and it
wasn't as
accurate as I hoped, sorry.
As for the chords if you want to just do an acoustic cover I know it's in F#m
but I'm
unsure of the other chords.
-2---5-|
-2---7-|
-2---6-|
-4---4-|
-4-----|
-2-----|
These two work well. Looking at the piano it seems that F#m is the key
Then again if you find a working progression
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I'll call you bitch for short
As a last resort and my first resort
You call me motherfucker for long
At the end of it, you know we both were wrong
But I love to play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
On a bathroom wall I wrote
I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else
I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it
And I went and found somebody else
Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings
Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
'TIl about two am and I call back and I hang up
And I start to blame myself, somebody help
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it
Stick around, some real feelings might surface
Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom
Gripping you up, fucking, and choking you
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude
And if you are, I hope you have a good time
'Cause I definitely be having mine
And you ain't fixin' to see a mogul get emotional
Every time I hear about other nigga's stroking you
Lie and say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you
Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you
I'm calling your brother's phone, like what was I supposed to do?
Even though I knew he never told the truth
He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
At a certain point I had to stop asking questions
Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl
You getting blackmailed for that white girl
You always said Yeezy, I ain't your right, girl
You'll probably find one of them "I like art" type girls
All of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl
And I was satisfied being in love with a lie
Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame
For the pain and it poured every time when it rained
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity, we erased one another
So far from where we came with so much of everything
How do we leave with nothing?
Lack of visual empathy
Equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
Chloe Mitchell
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
And when the phone called it just rang and rang
You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
And I heard the whole thing
I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing
Oh, my God, baby, you done took this shit to the 'nother motherfucking level
Now a neighborhood nigga like me
Ain't supposed to be getting no pussy like this
God damn, god damn
Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? Yeezy taught me
You never used to talk dirty, but now you, you god damn disgusting
My, my God, wh-wh-where'd you learn that? Yeezy taught me
Look at you motherfucking butt-ass naked
With them motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on
Who thought you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on?
Yeezy taught me
Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level
This is some Cirque Du Soleil pussy now, shit
You done went all porno on a nigga, okay?
And I, I, I, I love it, and I thank you
I thank you, my dick thanks you
How did you learn, how di-
How did your pussy game come up?
Yeezy taught me
I was fucking parts of your pussy
I never fucked before
I was in there like, "Oh shit I never been here before
I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before"
It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit
What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?
Yeezy re-upholstered my pussy
You know what, I got to thank Yeezy
And when I see that nigga I'ma thank him
I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker
I'ma shoot a bootlegger, that's how good I feel about this nigga
Oh, I still can't believe you got me this watch
This motherfucker's the exact motherfucker I wanted
With the bezel, this is the motherfucker I wanted
I saw this shit, I saw it
Twista had this shit on in The Source, I remember
Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source
That's right, that's right
Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this is the best birthday ever
Where you learn to treat a nigga like this?
Yeezy taught me
Yeezy taught you well
Yeezy taught you well
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