Kanye West - Theraflu (LYRICS)

Listen to Kanye West - Theraflu

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(KANYE WEST!) 
(Swag King Cole) 
(DJ KHALED!)

Kanye West

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore? (Ahh!)
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor (Ahh!)
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?

Dinner with Anna Wintour (Whoa!), racin’ wit’ Anja Rubik (Whoa!)
I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music 
In the projects one day to Project Runway 
We done heard all that loud-ass talkin’, we used to it 
I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up 
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it 
So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid 
And if you could do it better than me, then you do it 
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute 
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news! 
Don’t talk about style, ‘cause I embarrass you 
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me, for I embarrassed you

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore? (Ahh!)
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor (Ahh!)
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws 
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?

And the whole industry wanna fuck yo’ old chick 
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz 
And I’ll admit, I fell in love with Kim (Hunh?)
‘Round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him (Whuh)
Well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing 
Lucky I ain’t have Jay drop ‘im from the team (Whuh)
La familia (La familia), Roc Nation (Roc Nation)
We in the buildin’, but still keep it basement (Whoa)
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute 
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style, ‘cause I embarrass you 
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me, for I embarrassed you 
G.O.O.D. Music, and fresh, we fresh 
Anything else, we detest, detest 
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts 
All that said, lemme ask this quest’

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore? (Ahh!)
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor (Ahh!)
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws 
Come to meet me wit’out…

Don’t talk to me ‘bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you 
Talkin’ ‘bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you 
Hollin’ ‘bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you 
Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu 
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu 
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) 
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

DJ Pharris

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