Kanye West

Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow lyrics

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[John Legend - 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

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now

[Kanye West]

I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb

(?) she know Cecily Lopez

Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks

If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language

Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls

I wonder how it feel to lower Stones walls

Jessica Gomes, yall, I would damage her

And see, uh Jessica Stam got the stamina

I’m in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve

I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg

Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa

Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik, get Olga

(?) tell her I’m very single

Abbey Lee, too I’m a freak boo

I’m wylin I’m on a thousand

I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen.

[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

[Kanye West]

Christian Dior denim flow

I told her I’m tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for

[Pusha T]

Miami nights on the search for some T and A

Tryna hide what’s obvious to see in me

We conversate a bit about your DNA

And my sandy coloured suits from the VMA’s

Oh oyu was watching, who the f-ck wasn’t

Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen

Yeah 6 grand for a minutes time

Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme

Lets be clear and lets be fair

The best things in music’s being offered here

Its a round table full of bosses here

Still giving you it all like the coffins near

[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

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

[Ryan Leslie]

It’s time for a lesson in model behaviour

Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you

Man I can see the flaws to your flavour

Look like ownder woman and still need a saviour

Maybe its a billionnaire maybe its the cocaine

I done seen drugs and money run the whole game

A good girl lost in the city life

Agent Provocateur holding titties right

[Lloyd Banks]

He ain’t Kraft material, champagne for cereal

Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm

Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on

Stuff all my problems in that bong and I’m puffin’ strong

I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone

Must’ve been the liquor talkin’, I’m beggin’ the cups, “C’mon”

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)

Nigga, make some money ‘fore you make a comment

I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?

Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy

Now I’m back like a nine milli, grimy New York City

See me clearly through the storm

The world’s mine, sits pretty in my palm

Sean Don 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 dont really know,

It’s so air frickin women

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 dont 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 escape em 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 script

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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