Devil In A New Dress (Featuring Rick Ross)
by Kent
[Kanye West]
I love it though
I love it though
I love it though
I love it though
[Chorus]
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I’m preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I’m preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean a n-gga did a lot of waiting
We aint married but tonight I need some consummation
We aint married but tonight I need some consummation
[Kanye West]
May the Lord forgive us
May the God’s be with us
And that magic hour I seen good christians make rash decisions
Oh she do it, what happened to Religion?
Oh she lose it
She putting on her make up
She casually allure
Text message break up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it’s rubbing off
Hood phenomenom, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin on a jumbotron
I’m looking at her like “this what you really want it, huh?”
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime
May the Lord forgive us
May the God’s be with us
And that magic hour I seen good christians make rash decisions
Oh she do it, what happened to Religion?
Oh she lose it
She putting on her make up
She casually allure
Text message break up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it’s rubbing off
Hood phenomenom, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin on a jumbotron
I’m looking at her like “this what you really want it, huh?”
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime
[Chorus]
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I’m preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I’m preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean a n-gga did a lot of waiting
We aint married but tonight I need some consummation
We aint married but tonight I need some consummation
(satan, satan, satan)
[Kanye West]
When the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic hour
And outta all the colours that are still up the skies
You got green on your mind
I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there with your face screwed up
Don’t leave while your hot that’s how Mase screwed up
Throwing sh-t around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered you jerk, she said “you are what you eat”
You see I always loved your sense of humour
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme thats Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib scarface couldn’t be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more phoney
When the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic hour
And outta all the colours that are still up the skies
You got green on your mind
I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there with your face screwed up
Don’t leave while your hot that’s how Mase screwed up
Throwing sh-t around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered you jerk, she said “you are what you eat”
You see I always loved your sense of humour
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme thats Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib scarface couldn’t be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more phoney
[Chorus]
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven’t said a word, haven’t said a word
To me this evening
Cat got your tongue?
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven’t said a word, haven’t said a word
To me this evening
Cat got your tongue?
(Guitar Solo)
(Rick Ross)
Lookin at my bitch
I bet she give yo ass a bone
Lookin at my wrist
It'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limosine sippin rosay all alone
Double headed monster with a mind of its own
Cherry red chariot
Success is just my character
All black tux, niggah shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Hand cyphers we Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin up the Lords ladder
We still speedin runnin signs like they dont matter
Uh, hater talkin never make me mad
Never that not when im in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G4's up the Clareport
When it comes to 2's fool ima pepboy.
When it came to dope, i was quick to export
Never tired of ballin so its on to the next sport
New mercedes sedan, the lex sport
So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud
Different traps i was gettin mail from
Pope County, Jacksonville rate Melbourne
Whole click, appetite take tape-worm
Spendin Teddy Pendergrass, vinyl as my J burns
I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over
Gettin' Tupac money twice over
Still a real nigga red gucci sweater dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelins, never stumble retracin' my steps
(Guitar Solo)
I bet she give yo ass a bone
Lookin at my wrist
It'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limosine sippin rosay all alone
Double headed monster with a mind of its own
Cherry red chariot
Success is just my character
All black tux, niggah shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Hand cyphers we Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin up the Lords ladder
We still speedin runnin signs like they dont matter
Uh, hater talkin never make me mad
Never that not when im in my favorite paper tag
Therefore G4's up the Clareport
When it comes to 2's fool ima pepboy.
When it came to dope, i was quick to export
Never tired of ballin so its on to the next sport
New mercedes sedan, the lex sport
So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud
Different traps i was gettin mail from
Pope County, Jacksonville rate Melbourne
Whole click, appetite take tape-worm
Spendin Teddy Pendergrass, vinyl as my J burns
I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over
Gettin' Tupac money twice over
Still a real nigga red gucci sweater dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelins, never stumble retracin' my steps
(Guitar Solo)