Kanye West — Bad Night / Rap Tarantino

[Part I: Bad Night] [Chorus: Kanye West] Somebody Gotta be the bad guy I had a bad day at work Don't wanna have a bad night, ayy [Verse 1: Kanye West] Woo! Toppin' on like I'm Nina Woo! Toppin' on, you gon' need one Woo! If I say somethin' indecent Woo! She gon' suck me off like a Capri-Sun Haan? Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch, you offendin' me Checkin' 'em off when you niggas is into me 'Fore I go turn it out, I bet I can, ah Jumpin' up off, you better get out [Chorus: Kanye West & Young Thug] Somebody Gotta be the bad guy (Hey, ooh) I had a bad day at work (Thugger) Don't wanna have a bad night [Refrain: Young Thug & Kanye West] I ain't new to this shit, fuck-nigga I'm trappin' from the other side So get outta your seat, stand up (Woo) Stand up A fuck-nigga hate me while his old lady participate Please tell that lil' nigga man up (Lil' nigga, stand up, woo) Stand up (Lil' nigga, stand up) Stand up (hеy, hey) Hey, hey, stand up, stand up, stand up [Verse 2: Young Thug] First of all, lеt me tell you somethin', boy I don't give no fuck 'bout no niggas (Woo) I don't give no fuck, I'm not givin' two fucks (Woah) Roll up and pop one of these niggas (Blat) I do this shit for my woadies (Woo) You do this shit for your shorty, you bitch Shut the fuck nigga, fresh out of the bottle The hood be callin', sell the plug I'ma wipe a nigga nose, shatter like a picture I'ma fuck his ho like these bitches up on this missile I'ma get a whole lotta lead for these pistols And my money long like the nose on a prince But she gon' fuck, she write, no pen But you know I'm gon' suspend her [Refrain: Young Thug] I ain't new to this shit, fuck-nigga I'm trappin' from the other side So get outta your seat, stand up [Chorus: Kanye West & Young Thug] Somebody (Stand up) Gotta be the bad guy (A fuck-nigga hate me while his old lady participate) I had a bad day at work Don't wanna have a bad night [Part II: Rap Tarantino] [Segue: Kanye West] Yeah [Verse 3: Kanye West] I'm always admiring them "never seen those" 750 color palette vino On my queen's toes, Valentinos In the winter time wearin' spring clothes Rap Tarantino, off a couple glasses of the Pino Uh, they say Yeezy gon' sell out I guess you right if you see how much I pre-sold If they knew they was slaves, I coulda freed more And really, what the fuck is freedom? 'Cause anybody thinkin' that we free dumb Kids out here in the streets dyin' pre' young So I keep my hoodie on like Trayvon If I pull up on your block, the whole street run This ain't nothin' new, though, it's a rerun