[Intro: The Brothers of Soul]
All my life I been lovin' you
All my life I been lovin' you
But I've had no regrets
[Chorus: Kanye West]
You ain't no model
You ain't no model
You ain't no model
You ain't no model
Hashtag "Bitch"
[Verse 1: CyHi]
Yeah, huh, but back in the day, you was the closest thing
Should've proposed the ring
Followed you round' the roller rink
My Young Josephine
[?] who was the local queen
Always on the scene
Till she seen, it was just smoke and screens
So it seems, they left you with broken dreams
She came at me from a cute angle
I think it was 4:15
Like "How have you been?"
"You got kids?" and "how's your friend?"
The one you fucked-up [?] within
You was going to [?]
We was like an hour in, she asked me if I was in
A relationship she heard, of jumpin' in and out of Benz
Okay she's seen me out again like "Here's my number, dial it in"
So that you can do me foul again, then cross me like a violin
Pretty as the centerfold of the Cosmopolitan
Of the dreams that men have sold her
She could probably buy the twins
But she want this young nigga
Dripped in all his Ralph Lauren
But we can never be together
She say, "Why?"
I said, "Bitch"
All my life I been lovin' you
All my life I been lovin' you
But I've had no regrets
[Chorus: Kanye West]
You ain't no model
You ain't no model
You ain't no model
You ain't no model
Hashtag "Bitch"
[Verse 1: CyHi]
Yeah, huh, but back in the day, you was the closest thing
Should've proposed the ring
Followed you round' the roller rink
My Young Josephine
[?] who was the local queen
Always on the scene
Till she seen, it was just smoke and screens
So it seems, they left you with broken dreams
She came at me from a cute angle
I think it was 4:15
Like "How have you been?"
"You got kids?" and "how's your friend?"
The one you fucked-up [?] within
You was going to [?]
We was like an hour in, she asked me if I was in
A relationship she heard, of jumpin' in and out of Benz
Okay she's seen me out again like "Here's my number, dial it in"
So that you can do me foul again, then cross me like a violin
Pretty as the centerfold of the Cosmopolitan
Of the dreams that men have sold her
She could probably buy the twins
But she want this young nigga
Dripped in all his Ralph Lauren
But we can never be together
She say, "Why?"
I said, "Bitch"
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