Lyrics
Intro: Justin Bieber & Nancy Dupree Choir
Born in Georgia
Now he's the king, the king of soul, hey, hey, hey
Born in Georgia
Now he's the king, the king of soul, hey, hey, hey
Verse 1: Kanye West
I brought me some niggas to Paris
I brought me some niggas to France
I gave 'em both niggas a chance
On Twitter, I don't really care
And I told them they don't understand
And this shit's all a part of my plan
And this shit's all a part of my legacy
And I'm giving these niggas the recipe
And my dentist she steady be texting me
And I really hope that I get custody
But my baby mama don't fuck with me
But I keep her telling she's stuck with me
And they telling me get back on medicine
But I just keep fucking on lesbians
And I swear that that pussy is heaven sent
Chorus: Kanye West
I walk in the club and tell 'em I need all of y'all to have my back
My girl is the baddest, whatever she want
Imma buy them chains and bags
She's takin' my kids to Paris
She's takin' my kids to Paris
I walk in the club and tell 'em I need all of y'all to have my back
My girl is the baddest, whatever she want
Imma buy them chains and bags
She's takin' my kids to Paris
She's takin' my kids to Paris
Verse 2: Kanye West
I'm a genius [?] Gamora
I put on a hat made of sapphire
The haters they stay in they feelings
But I am just telling [?]
I'm just lighting this shit is a waffle
The media say that I'm awful
But look at the drip on the runway
I [?] til Sunday
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My ego's as big as a mountain
I'm drinkin' out of a gold fountain
They try to compare me to people
But I am a church in a steeple
Chorus: Kanye West
I walk in the club and tell 'em I need all of y'all to have my back
My girl is the baddest, whatever she want
Imma buy them chains and bags
She's takin' my kids to Paris
She's takin' my kids to Paris
I walk in the club and tell 'em I need all of y'all to have my back
My girl is the baddest, whatever she want
Imma buy them chains and bags
She's takin' my kids to Paris
She's takin' my kids to Paris
Outro: Justin Bieber & Nancy Dupree Choir
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god (On and on)
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god (On and on)
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god, he isn't living
He's a god (On and on)
Born in Georgia
Now he's the king, the king of soul, hey, hey, hey
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