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[Kanye West and Sway Interview] (Primetime Amy Lee) But you know In conclusion can I just say that I am younger than both of you correct? (Nalyd Ecitsuj and Roy Coleman) Yes, ...yes (Amy) I am younger than both of you and I can say I have had sex, I have been in a relationship for longer than a year I've done drugs and I've been drunk off my ass So I can say I have lived far more than both of you two losers, But I love ya'll (Nalyd) Amy Primetime Lee and she speaks the..(Roy) And she speaks the truth [Verse 1: @Gonzalez1518] OK, drop it to the floor Make that ass shake Woah make the ground move, that's an ass quake Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass state Roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this err' day-day? (huh) I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day (wussat) Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay And niggas still hatin', so much hate I need an AK Now we out in Pari', yeah I'm Perrierin' White girls politicin' that's that Sarah Palin Gettin' high, Californicatin' Hashtag UGC, What else would be be playin' (Luna Vachon and Amy Primetime Lee) [Verse 2: Primetime] Yeah, it's primetime, my top back, this pimp game ho I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James ho I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman is pill poppin' ass ho I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins All she want is some heel money All she need is some bill money He take his time, he counts it out I weighs it up, that's real money Check the neck, check the wrist Them heads turnin', that's exorcist My Audemar like Mardi Gras That's Swiss time and that's excellence Two door preference Roof gone George Jefferson That white frost on that pound cake So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go Wherever we go we do it pronto (CM Punk argues with fan) [Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Let the suicide doors up I do suicides on the tour bus I do suicides on the private jet You know what that mean, I'm fly to death I step in the UGC building like I'm the shit Tell 'em "Give me fifty million or I'm a quit" Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level Turn up the bass 'til it's up in your face level Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid Plus your my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious Something' 'bout Mary she gone off that Molly Now the whole party is melted like Dalí Now everybody is movin' they body Don't sell me apartment, I move in the lobby Nalyd is loiterin' just to feel important D2J is back in some cargos and Jordans (Bill O' Reilly Rant)