Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devil In A New Dress, artist - Kanye West. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Devil In A New Dress |
| I love it though |
| I love it though, you know |
| Uh put your hands to the constellations |
| The way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation |
| I know I’m preaching to the congregation |
| We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan |
| I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting |
| We ain’t married but tonight I need some consummation |
| May the Lord forgive us |
| May the gods be with us |
| In that magic hour I seen good Christians make brash decisions |
| Oh she do it, what happened to Religion? |
| Oh she lose it |
| She putting on her make-up |
| She casually allure |
| Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour |
| How she gon' wake up and not love me no more |
| I thought I was the asshole, I guess it’s rubbing off |
| Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme |
| Hard to be humble when you stunting on a Jumbotron |
| I’m looking at her like «this what you really wanted, huh?» |
| Why we argue anyway, oh I forgot it’s summertime |
| Put your hands to the constellations |
| The way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation |
| I know I’m preaching to the congregation |
| We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan (Satan, Satan, Satan) |
| I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting |
| We ain’t married but tonight I need some consummation |
| When the sun go down it’s the magic hour |
| The magic hour |
| And outta all the colours that’ll fill up the skies |
| You got green on your mind |
| I can see it in your eyes |
| Why you standing there with your face screwed up? |
| Don’t leave while you’re hot that’s how Mase screwed up |
| Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up |
| Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us |
| I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat |
| I ordered the jerk, she said, «You are what you eat.» |
| You see I always loved that sense of humour |
| But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was |
| The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme |
| That’s «Dior Homme"not «Dior, homie» |
| The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? |
| You love me for me could you be more phony? |
| Put your hands to the constellations |
| The way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation |
| Haven’t said a word, |
| Haven’t said a word to me this evening |
| Cat got your tongue? |
| Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone |
| Lookin' at my wrist it’ll turn your ass to stone |
| Stretch limousine, sippin' Rosé all alone |
| Double-headed monster with a mind of his own |
| Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character |
| All black tux, nigga shoes lavender |
| I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders |
| Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired |
| Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord’s ladder |
| We still speedin', runnin' signs like they don’t matter |
| Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad |
| Never that, not when I’m in my favorite papertag |
| Therefore G4s at the Clearport |
| When it come to tools, fool I’m a Pep Boy |
| When it came to dope, I was quick to export |
| Never tired of ballin' so it’s on to the next sport |
| New Mercedes sedan, the Lex sport |
| So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud |
| Different traps, I was gettin' mail from |
| Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne |
| Whole clique’s appetite had tapeworms |
| Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns |
| I shed a tear before the night’s over |
| God bless the man I put this ice over |
| Gettin' 2Pac money twice over |
| Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller |
| I’m makin' love to the angel of death |
| Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps |