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Otis Lyrics – Jay-Z, Kanye West feat. Otis Redding

    Otis is a popular song by Jay-Z, Kanye West featuring Otis Redding, from the 2011 album Watch the Throne. Check words to Jay-Z, Kanye West Otis Lyrics in English below.

    Otis Lyrics – Jay-Z, Kanye West feat. Otis Redding 

    [Produced by Kanye West]

    [Intro: Otis Redding & JAY-Z]
    It makes it easier, easier to bear
    You won’t regret it, no, no, no
    Some girls, they don’t forget it
    Love is their only happiness
    Squee’— Squee’— Squee’—
    (Sounds so soulful, don’t you agree?)
    Squeeze her, don’t tease her, never leave her

    [Verse 1: JAY-Z]
    Uh, I invented swag
    Poppin’ bottles, puttin’ supermodels in the cab
    I guess I got my swagger back, truth
    New watch alert, Hublots
    Or the big-face Rollie, I got two of those
    Arm out the window, through the city, I maneuver slow
    Cock back, snapback, see my cut through the holes, Hov
    [Verse 2: Kanye West]
    Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?
    Niggas talking real reckless, stuntmen
    I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them
    Now I’m ’bout to make ’em tuck they whole summer in
    They say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb again
    They ain’t seen me ’cause I pulled up in my other Benz
    Last week, I was in my other, other Benz
    Throw your diamonds up ’cause we in this bitch another ‘gain

    [Verse 3: JAY-Z]
    Photoshoot fresh, looking like wealth
    I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself
    Uh, live from the Mercer
    Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
    Flee in the G450, I might surface
    Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
    Uh, everything’s for sale
    I got five passports, I’m never going to jail

    [Verse 4: Kanye West]
    I made “Jesus Walks,” I’m never going to hell
    Couture-level flow is never going on sale
    Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
    Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
    I get it custom, you a customer
    You ain’t accustomed to going through customs, you ain’t been nowhere, hah?
    And all the ladies in the house got ’em showing off
    I’m done, I’ll hit you up maña— nah
    [Verse 5: JAY-Z]
    Welcome to Havana
    Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas
    Viva México, Cubano
    Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
    Driving Benzes with no benefits
    Not bad, huh, for some immigrants?
    Build your fences, we diggin’ tunnels
    Can’t you see we gettin’ money up under you?

    [Verse 6: Kanye West, Jay-Z & Both]
    Can’t you see the private jets flying over you?
    Maybach bumper sticker read, “What would Hova do?”
    Jay is chillin’ (Uh), Ye is chillin’ (Uh)
    What more can I say? We killin’ ’em
    Hold up before we end this campaign
    As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
    Lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change
    And pray that all of they pain be champagne

    Scream it
    Give it
    Scream it


    Writer(s): Jay-Z (Shawn Carter), Kanye West, Otis Redding, et al.

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