DevilInANewDress(Explicit)

Devil In A New Dress (Explicit) - Ye (侃爷)/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Mike Dean/Kanye West/Gerry Goffin/Carole King/W. Roberts/R. Harrell/Malik Yusef

Composed by：Mike Dean/Kanye West/Gerry Goffin/Carole King/W. Roberts/R. Harrell/Malik Yusef

Produced by：Bink/Mike Dean

Uh

Uh

I love it though

I love it though huh you know?

Uh put your hands to the constellations

The way you look should be a sin you my sensation

I know I'm preachin' to the congregation

We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan

I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting

We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation

May the Lord forgive us may the gods be with us

In that magic hour I seen good Christians

Make brash decisions oh she do it

What happened to religion?

Oh she lose it

She putting on her makeup she casually allure

Text message break-ups the casualty of tour

How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?

I thought I was the a*shole I guess it's rubbin' off

Hood phenomenon the LeBron of rhyme

Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron

I'm looking at her like "This what you really wanted huh?"

Why we argue anyway?

Oh I forgot it's summertime

Put your hands to the constellations

The way you look should be a sin you my sensation

I know I'm preachin' to the congregation

We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan

Satan Satan Satan

I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting

We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation

When the sun go down it's the magic hour the magic hour

And outta all the colors that'll fill 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 you're hot that's how Mase screwed up

Throwin' **** around the whole place screwed up

Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us

I hit the Jamaican spot at the bar take a seat

I ordered the jerk she said "You are what you eat"

You see I always loved that sense of humor

But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was

The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme

That's "Dior Homme" not "Dior homie"

The crib Scarface could it be more Tony?

You love me for me could you be more phony?

Put your hands to the constellations

The 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?

Lookin' at my ***** I bet she give your a*s a bone

Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your a*s to stone

Stretch limousine sipping rosé all alone

Double-headed monster with a mind of his own

Cherry-red chariot excess is just my character

All-black tux nigga's shoes lavender