That's My ***** (Album Version|Edited) - JAY Z/Kanye West

Lyrics by：Kanye West/Jeff Bhasker/Justin Vernon/Shawn Carter/Kamaal Fareed/James Brown/Bobby Byrd/Ronald Lenhoff/Jeremiah Lordan

Composed by：Kanye West/Jeff Bhasker/Justin Vernon/Shawn Carter/Kamaal Fareed/James Brown/Bobby Byrd/Ronald Lenhoff/Jeremiah Lordan

Produced by：Q-Tip/Kanye West/Jeff Bhasker

Uh hello can I speak to uh uh

Yeah you know who you are look

You had no idea what ya dealing with

Something on some of this realest ****

Pop champagne I'll give you a sip

'Bout to go dumb how come

Yeah that's my *****

Body get

Body get

Body get

Body get

That's my *****

Body get

Body get

Sh-shorty right there

Body get

Body get

Body get

Body get

Body get

Body get

Body get

Body get

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life and live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

I paid for them titties get your own

It ain't safe in the city watch the throne

She say I care more about them basquion's

Basquiats she learning a new word it's yacht

Blew the world up as soon as

I hit the club with her

Too Short called told me I fell in love with her

Seen by actors ball players and ** dealers

And some lesbians that never loved niggas

Twisted love story True Romance

Mary Magdalene from a pole dance

I'm a freak huh rock star life

The second girl with us that's our wife

Hey boys and girls I got a new riddle

Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle

No disrespect I'm not tryna belittle

But my **** worth money I put Monie in the middle

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life and live my life

Just to get off and throw my

Hands up high high high high

Swilling little licks and mixes 'til mornin'

I'm yearning ooh yeah

Could I maybe have another dab of your potion

Stop motion ooh yeah

Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure

Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up

How could somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures

Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers

Uh Picasso was alive he woulda made her

That's right nigga Mona Lisa can't fade her

I mean Marilyn Monroe she's quite nice

But why all the pretty icons always all white

Put some colored girls in the Moma

Half these broads ain't got nothing on Willona

Don't make me bring Thelma in it

Bring Halle bring Penélope and Salma in it uh

Back to my Beyoncés you deserve three stacks word to Andre

Call Larry Gagosian you belong in mo-seums

You belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building

You belong with niggas who used

To be known for **** dealin'

You too **** for any of those civilians

Now shoo children stop lookin' at her tits

Get your own dog ya heard

That's my *****

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life and live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

High high high