Kanye West Hold On (remix) (Ft. Consequence)
[Verse 1]
Kanye to the – yeah, okay
I'm gettin' spins all day in LA like Felli Fel
Or we could go the D where Dwele dwell
DC, PG or ATL
Back in the Chi, I mean my life like a magazine
Honey wanna know the details about my ebony
Well that's X-X-L
Far as the penthouse, yeah that's upscale
Mademoiselle got a Hell of a black tail
I'm feelin' her vibe, her body and soul
I heard you stay in a metropolitan home
Well let's kill all the parlaying and offer you a comsopolitan
Lets jet out the club, get some oxygen
Your friends claim I'm a player, you be lucky to keep me
But you know people gon' be talkin' 'bout us weekly
My car be, in a robbery, P-O-R-T, but what's more important to me, is...
[Verse 2]
...she's a trophy wife
Sorta like Grant Hill and Koby's wife
So when we out in public she be so polite
But when we back at home she be poltergeist
I mean provokin' fights
Tryna poke me with knifes
And last time I tried to poke her she just told me goodnight
See her clothing be tight
She was pervert approved
'Til she gave up on life, now she don't wanna move
Hypnotized by the tube
So she stay with the clicker
And a cup full of liquor
Thinkin' it's makin' her thicker
But its makin' her slimmer
So her future is dimmer
I can't remember the last time I took my baby to dinner
See I'mma send her sister, who was freaky and ruthless
And the Yorkshire terrier, the pocket for pooches
In a pocket of her Gucci's
Was takin' my lunch money
Just like the gooches
I'll tell you the truth, miss
