Junya pt 2 Lyrics - Kanye West

Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'
Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? Mmh, mmh
Ex-strippers, mmh, mmh
New killers, mmh, mmh
Chi' n- tell 'em, mmh, mmh
This on Donda, mmh, mmh
On my mama, mmh, mmh
Made a promise, mmh
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? Mmh
Junya Watanabe on my wri', mmh, mmh
Junya Watanabe on my
All summer, mmh, mmh
All summer mmh, mmh
Four-five gunners, mmh, mmh
In pajamas mmh, mmh
They piranhas mmh, mmh
Buy out the store in hours, like we planned it
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh)
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
For five summers, hol' up, uh
For five summers, hol' up
For five summers, hol' up, uh
For five summers, hol' up, uh
We took over, hol' up, uh
We took over, hol' up
We took over, hol' up
We took over, hol' up
Born in Atlanta, mmh, mmh
Not Montana, mmh, mmh
'Scuse my manners, mmh, mmh
I got standards
Uh, yeah, 'scuse my manners (mmh, mmh)
I got standards (mmh, mmh)
I got status (mmh, mmh)
You don't want static (mmh, mmh)
I'm from Atlanta (mmh, mmh)
Came from the attic, uh, uh (mmh, mmh)
I'm in Mercedes, uh, uh (mmh, mmh)
This not practice, uh (mmh, mmh)
I'm not leavin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh)
Where's my mattress? Hol' up (mmh, mmh)
I got it back in my mansion, uh (mmh mmh)
Hundred K on my mattress, uh (mmh, mmh)
Yeah, I'm all about fashion, yeah (mmh, mmh)
And she all about fashion, hol' up (mmh, mmh)
She rock Yeezy (mmh, mmh)
So we always matchin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh)
Carti and Yeezy (mmh, mmh), how'd that happen? (Mmh)
Junya Watanabe, ay
Jun Takahashi, ay (ay, ay)
Undercover, ay (ay, ay)
Eat up like hibachi, yeah, yeah (ay)
These Bottega, ay
Slime green like wasabi, yeah, yeah (ay, ay)
I know the steppers and hitters (ay)
They don't do karate, ooh (ay, ay)
I drive the Lam' or the Chevy
I keep my bro in the back in the Kelly, yeah (ay, ay)
I got a house in the hills and it's empty
I'm with my girl, why you keep tryna tempt me? (Ay)
Cullinan truck now, the Bentley
Came with a umbrella like Mr. Bentley (ay)
I'm really him evidently
Puttin' it on but it's really in me
I was created in the image of God
Junya Watanabe on my, woo, woo, woo
Boolies on my couch, stays on my
Mike Amiri, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my woo, woo, woo, woo
On my
I'm just tryna find our way
Look what God done done for the kid