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Kanye West

Genres: Hip-Hop

Christian Dior Denim Flowa Lyrics - Kanye West

[John Legend - Chorus] 

I got the World in my hands, the master plan 

But I don't know why I keep calling 

Why I keep all of these girls at my shows 

They loving me but I don't know why 

I keep calling 

Why I keep calling you 

 

All the models to the floor right now 

All the models to the floor right now 

All the models to the floor right now 

All the models to the floor right now 

 

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[Kanye West] 

I'm in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb 

Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez 

Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks 

If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language 

Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls 

I wonder how it feel to lower Stone's walls 

Jessica Gomes, y'all, I would damage her 

And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina 

I'm in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve 

I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg 

Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa 

Alessandra Ambrosio, Anja Rubik 

Get Olga Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single 

Abbey Lee too, I'm a freak boo 

I'm wilding, I'm on a thousand 

I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen 

 

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[Chorus] 

I got the World in my hands, the master plan 

But I don't know why I keep calling 

Why I keep all of these girls at my shows 

They loving me but I don't know why 

I keep calling 

Why I keep calling you 

 

[Kanye West] 

Christian Dior denim flow 

I told her I'm tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for 

 

[Pusha T] 

Miami nights on the search for some T and A 

Tryna hide what's obvious to see in me 

We conversate a bit about your DNA 

And my salmon colored suit from the VMA's 

Oh you was watching, who the f-ck wasn't 

Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen 

Yeah 6 grand for a minute's time 

Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme 

Let's be clear and lets be fair 

The best things in music's being offered here 

It's a round table full of bosses here 

Still giving you it all like the coffins near 

 

[Chorus] 

I got the World in my hands, the master plan 

But I don't know why I keep calling 

Why I keep all of these girls at my shows 

They loving me but I don't know why 

I keep calling 

Why I keep calling you 

 

All the models to the floor right now 

All the models to the floor right now 

All the models to the floor right now 

All the models to the floor right now 

 

I got the World in my hands, the master plan 

But I don't know why I keep calling 

Why I keep all of these girls at my shows 

 

They loving me but I don't know why 

I keep calling 

Why I keep calling you 

 

[Ryan Leslie] 

It's time for a lesson in model behaviour 

Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you 

Man I can see the flaws to your flavour 

Look like wonder woman and still need a saviour 

Maybe it's a billionaire maybe it's the cocaine 

I done seen drugs and money run the whole game 

A good girl lost in the city life 

Agent Provocateur holding titties right 

I'm haute couture of hoes galore 

give my girl a Newport 'cause she's smoking yours 

I'm the authority of model seniority 

they call me Les but they all need more of me. 

 

[Lloyd Banks] 

He ain't Kraft material, champagne for cereal 

Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm 

Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on 

Stuff all my problems in that bong and I'm puffin' strong 

I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone 

Must've been the liquor talkin', I'm beggin' the cups, "C'mon" 

Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form 

T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem 

My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush) 

Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh) 

Nigga, make some money 'fore you make a comment 

I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went? 

Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy 

Now I'm back like a nine milli, grimy New York City 

See me clearly through the storm 

The world's mine, sits pretty in my palm 

Sean Don as we continue on 

 

[Chorus] 

I got the World in my hands, the master plan 

But I don't know why I keep calling 

Why I keep all of these girls at my shows 

They loving me but I don't know why 

I keep calling 

Why I keep calling you 

 

[Kid Cudi] 

N-ggas think they know I'm the guy with the story 

They don't really know what's in my air fucking with me 

How can I be better? 

I could start with just the basics 

Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut 

I seem to have forgotten that I'm off the nini 

To the people who don't know Cud', know what? 

Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist 

Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner 

She got haters, some in the fam made us 

But they don't really matter, we escape em with our paper 

"Hey ya", I'm on my Andre 3000 

I'm all good now, a n-gga don't need no counseling 

Woke up in the room and my mojo was active 

Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive 

Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t 

I'm on to the new act, on to my new script 

B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching 

I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas 

Do things all before living, haters, copy, I'm the image 

Haters, copy, I'm the image 

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