Perfect b*tch (Single Version) lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West & Nas]
Listen close to the makings of a perfect b*tch
There's always one thing wrong and you'll wish that you could switch
Listen close to the makings of a perfect b*tch
There's always one thing wrong and you'll wish that you could switch
(Uh)
Listen close to the makings of a perfect b*tch
(Can the headphones go louder?)
There's always one thing wrong and you'll wish that you could switch
Listen close to the makings of a perfect b*tch
There's always one thing wrong and you'll wish that you could switch

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Can't a young n*gga get money any more?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad b*tch without no flaws
Comе to meet me without no drawers?
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik (Woah, woah)
I told you mothеrf*ckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day, to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it
I'm from where shorties f*cked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid
And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!
[Refrain: Kanye West]
We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you
Shut the f*ck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

[Chorus: Justxn Paul]
Versace Greek Medusas, turn my heart to stone
Eyes cold, tonight, arms at long, ah
Six feet below degrees below zero
A whole lot of heroine here but no hero, augh

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
And the whole industry want to f*ck your old chick
Only n*gga I got respect for is Wiz
And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim
Around the same time she had fell in love with him
Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang
Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team
La Familia, Roc Nation
We in the building, we still keep it basement

[Refrain: Kanye West]
Flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute
Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you
Shut the f*ck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you
[Bridge: Kanye West]
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
b*tch-ass n*ggas got ass and breasts
(b*tch-ass n*ggas got ass and breasts)

[Chorus: Justxn Paul]
Versace Greek Medusas, turn my heart to stone
Eyes cold, tonight, arms at long, ah
Six feet below degrees below zero
A whole lot of heroine here but no hero
f*cking Versace Greek Medusa turned my heart to stone
Eyes cold, tonight, arms at long, ah
Six feet below degrees below zero
A whole lot of heroine here but no hero, augh

[Verse 3: Pusha T & Justxn Paul]
Howard Homecoming kingpins
(Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord)
Movie on my neck with the screen gems
(L-L-L-Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord)
Me and my n*gga havin' bottle wars
(L-L-L-Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord)
Forty thousand on the floor when them bottles pour (Spill, n*gga)
(L-L-L-Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord)
I'm Blu-Ray to your DVD
(L-L-L)
You might've caught me on TMZ
Cameo tryna sue a n*gga (f*ck 'em)
'Cause I party hard like it's three of me (Yeah)
America's still abusing us
And 9-11 is the Ku Klux
So why wouldn't I fire back
When every day them n*ggas shooting us?
True enough, I'm out of line
You better stand for something 'fore you out of time
This is crime by design
If the crown ain't mine, tell me, who am I behind? Ah
[Bridge: Justxn Paul & Nas]
Listen close to the makings of a perfect b*tch
L-L-Listen close to the makings of a perfect b*tch
Listen close to the makings of a perfect b*tch
There's always one thing wrong and you'll wish that you could switch
"Versace Greek Medusas, turn your heart to stone"
I made this old song called, heh
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
L-L-L-Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
L-L-L-Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
L-L-L-Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
L-L-L

[Verse 4: Justxn Paul]
I know some n*ggas who roll joints in Bible paper
That sh*t gave me the chills (Chills)
I know some b*tches who trade kisses for gourmet dishes, uh huh
And n*ggas paying they bills, uh (Bills)
Like a juror sitting courtside, side
A wide receiver or a shortstop, ah (Ah)
Know why you gon' shop, your heart is in the porn shop
Pop that pus*y for a porkchop, uh (Uh)
Traded in the Saturn, n*gga bought her a place
b*tch is jack-o'-lanterns, doctors carving they face
Pretty young thing, dancing rhythm is cold
Went from digging in the nose, straight to digging for gold, no
"Well hello sweetheart, what brings you to the Westside?
A streetcar named desire? A whole lotta sex drive?"
Them titties is designer, and so is that vagina
It ain't tricking if you got it, here's a message from your sponsor, uh