Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow Lyrics

Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form
T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem
My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush)
Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh)
N-gga, make some money 'fore you make a comment
I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?
Probably dime chicks, whips with a Diddy
Now I'm back like a nine milli, runnin' New York City
See me clearly through the storm
The world's mine, sits pretty in my palm
Sean Don (Chandon?) as we continue on

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don't know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Kid Cudi]
N-ggas think they know I'm the guy with the story
They don't really know what's in my head, f-ckin' with me
How can I be better?
I could start with just the basics
Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
I seem to have forgotten that I'm off the nini
To the people who don't know Cud', know what?
Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist
Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner
She got haters, some in the fam made us
But they don't really matter, we escaping with our paper
"Hey ya", I'm on my Andre 3000
I'm all good now, a n-gga don't need no counseling
Woke up in the room and my mojo was active
Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive
Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t
I'm on to the new act, On to my new
B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching
I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas
Do things all before living, haters, copy, I'm the image
Haters, copy, I'm the image

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