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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Ye
Ye
Vocals
Mike Tyson
Mike Tyson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Charles Njapa
Charles Njapa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ye
Ye
Producer
88-Keys
88-Keys
Producer
DJ Camper
DJ Camper
Producer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
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Lyrics

Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (auntie) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hood- (nigga) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ahh, ma', what up?) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ah, ma', what up?) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (auntie) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (nigga) You look like a piece of hallelujah Wrapped up in, have mercy, Lord I know that I've got a nice whip But I hope that me and you could be on one accord I shot, I scored (ah, ma', what up?) I take it off the board, headboard Ah, boom, nigga (nigga, ah, ma', what up?) She fell in love with the sword I sliced, I diced, I hit it from the back Whore, whore (ah, ma', what up?) But I respect your feelings When your toes tried to touch the ceiling havin' safe sex (auntie) Of course, unlock the door, bought all the things that you could dream of Had I bought a Chanel, Gucci, Pucci creamer But we all know the outcome that fucked up the income And then some have mercy, Lord A nigga eyes on dim sum, let the light dim some Catch me on your TV, heart broke GD You look like a piece of hallelujah Wrapped up in, have mercy, Lord I know that I've got a nice whip But I hope that me and you could be on one accord (nigga) One maker, real breath taker, real rump shaker Do that, whip what her mama gave her 911, let me call my savior Jesus on the main line, brand new T-shirt (ah, ma' what up?) Don't make me stain mine Drank so much, she throwin' up my gang sign Throwin' up my gang sign Throwin' up my gang sign Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ah, ma', what up?) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (nigga) People are funny, they know, Kanye's great too But the way he conducts himself, they hate to believe it But they can't help it, they know he's great (right) Why would-? Listen, the shit Kanye say is basically Affirmations' what people say for success And it sounds insane, because that's what motherfuckers do But he sounds insane and that's sounds of a leader No doubt he's got some mental fuckin' issues, most leaders do The delusional issue, "I'm a God"
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Robert Booker, Darhyl Camper Jr., Charles Misodi Njapa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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