Pt. 2
Kanye West feat. Ty Dolla $ign Lyrics
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Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? Mmh, mmh
Ex-strippers, mmh, mmh
New killers, mmh, mmh
Chi' n- tell 'em, mmh, mmh
On my mama, mmh, mmh
Made a promise, mmh
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? Mmh
Junya Watanabe on my wri', mmh, mmh
Junya Watanabe on my
All summer, mmh, mmh
All summer mmh, mmh
Four-five gunners, mmh, mmh
In pajamas mmh, mmh
They piranhas mmh, mmh
Buy out the store in hours, like we planned it
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh)
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
For five summers, hol' up, uh
For five summers, hol' up
For five summers, hol' up, uh
For five summers, hol' up, uh
We took over, hol' up, uh
We took over, hol' up
We took over, hol' up
We took over, hol' up
Born in Atlanta, mmh, mmh
Not Montana, mmh, mmh
'Scuse my manners, mmh, mmh
I got standards
Uh, yeah, 'scuse my manners (mmh, mmh)
I got standards (mmh, mmh)
I got status (mmh, mmh)
You don't want static (mmh, mmh)
I'm from Atlanta (mmh, mmh)
Came from the attic, uh, uh (mmh, mmh)
I'm in Mercedes, uh, uh (mmh, mmh)
This not practice, uh (mmh, mmh)
I'm not leavin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh)
Where's my mattress? Hol' up (mmh, mmh)
I got it back in my mansion, uh (mmh mmh)
Hundred K on my mattress, uh (mmh, mmh)
Yeah, I'm all about fashion, yeah (mmh, mmh)
And she all about fashion, hol' up (mmh, mmh)
She rock Yeezy (mmh, mmh)
So we always matchin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh)
Carti and Yeezy (mmh, mmh), how'd that happen? (Mmh)
Junya Watanabe, ay
Jun Takahashi, ay (ay, ay)
Undercover, ay (ay, ay)
Eat up like hibachi, yeah, yeah (ay)
These Bottega, ay
Slime green like wasabi, yeah, yeah (ay, ay)
I know the steppers and hitters (ay)
They don't do karate, ooh (ay, ay)
I drive the Lam' or the Chevy
I keep my bro in the back in the Kelly, yeah (ay, ay)
I got a house in the hills and it's empty
I'm with my girl, why you keep tryna tempt me? (Ay)
Cullinan truck now, the Bentley
Came with a umbrella like Mr. Bentley (ay)
I'm really him evidently
Puttin' it on but it's really in me
I was created in the image of God
Junya Watanabe on my, woo, woo, woo
Boolies on my couch, stays on my
Mike Amiri, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my woo, woo, woo, woo
On my
I'm just tryna find our way
Look what God done done for the kid
"Pt. 2" by Kanye West featuring Ty Dolla $ign is a braggadocious rap song that celebrates luxury brands, fame, and fortune. The song starts with the chorus repeating the name of the designer Junya Watanabe, who is known for his avant-garde Menswear collections. Kanye declares that he has Junya Watanabe on his wrist, and he is so flashy that he can't see where he is missing. Next, he boasts about his crew members, who consist of ex-strippers and new killers. They are ready to do anything to defend him because he's the new kingpin of the rap industry.
The chorus repeats, and Kanye adds more lyrics to describe his affluent lifestyle. He and his crew are unstoppable, like piranhas, and they buy out the store in hours. They took over the rap industry for five summers, hashtagging the phrase "hold up," which is a terse way of making a point. Then Kanye switches to Ty Dolla $ign, who talks about the different brands they're wearing, including Jun Takahashi, Undercover, Hibachi, and Bottega. Ty also mentions that they don't do karate; instead, they're violent when necessary. The song ends with Kanye mentioning his designers, Amiri and Mike Amiri, and concludes with him declaring that he's trying to find his way and is grateful for everything God has done for him.
Line by Line Meaning
Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'
I am wearing a Junya Watanabe outfit
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Ask them if I missed anything?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
This Junya Watanabe outfit is making me speechless
I can't really see, where did I miss? Mmh, mmh
I am so dazzled in this outfit that I can't think straight
Ex-strippers, mmh, mmh
I have ex-strippers around me
New killers, mmh, mmh
I have new killers around me
Chi' n- tell 'em, mmh, mmh
Chicago, let everyone know
This on Donda, mmh, mmh
This is dedicated to my late mother Donda
On my mama, mmh, mmh
I swear on my mother's life
Made a promise, mmh
I made a promise to myself
All summer, mmh, mmh
All summer long
Four-five gunners, mmh, mmh
I am surrounded by gunmen
In pajamas mmh, mmh
They are dressed in pajamas
They piranhas mmh, mmh
They are dangerous like piranhas
Buy out the store in hours, like we planned it
We planned to buy everything in the store in few hours
For five summers, hol' up, uh
For five summers, hold on a second
We took over, hol' up, uh
We have taken over
Born in Atlanta, mmh, mmh
I was born in Atlanta
Not Montana, mmh, mmh
Not in Montana
'Scuse my manners, mmh, mmh
Forgive my behavior
I got standards
I have standards for myself
You don't want static (mmh, mmh)
You do not want a problem with me
Came from the attic, uh, uh (mmh, mmh)
I came from nothing, from the attic of a house
This not practice, uh (mmh, mmh)
This is not a rehearsal
I'm not leavin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh)
I am not leaving, hold on a second
Where's my mattress? Hol' up (mmh, mmh)
Where is my mattress, hold on a second
I got it back in my mansion, uh (mmh mmh)
It is back in my mansion
Hundred K on my mattress, uh (mmh, mmh)
I spent $100,000 on my mattress
Yeah, I'm all about fashion, yeah (mmh, mmh)
Yes, I am all about fashion
And she all about fashion, hol' up (mmh, mmh)
And she is also all about fashion, hold on a second
She rock Yeezy (mmh, mmh)
She wears Yeezy shoes
So we always matchin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh)
So we always match, hold on a second
Carti and Yeezy (mmh, mmh), how'd that happen? (Mmh)
How did Carti and Yeezy come together
Junya Watanabe, ay
I am wearing Junya Watanabe
Jun Takahashi, ay (ay, ay)
I am following Jun Takahashi's fashion
Undercover, ay (ay, ay)
I am wearing Undercover outfit
I know the steppers and hitters (ay)
I know people who will take revenge violently
They don't do karate, ooh (ay, ay)
They are not into martial arts, oh no
I drive the Lam' or the Chevy
I drive either Lamborghini or Chevy
I keep my bro in the back in the Kelly, yeah (ay, ay)
I keep my brother in the backseat of my Rolls-Royce
I got a house in the hills and it's empty
I have a vacant house in the hills
I'm with my girl, why you keep tryna tempt me? (Ay)
I am with my girl and I have no interest in other women, leave me alone
Cullinan truck now, the Bentley
I am driving a Cullinan truck or a Bentley now
Came with a umbrella like Mr. Bentley (ay)
I came with an umbrella like Mr. Bentley from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
I'm really him evidently
I am truly who I am
Puttin' it on but it's really in me
I am putting it on for the show but it is really who I am
I was created in the image of God
I believe that I am made in God's image
Boolies on my couch, stays on my
My gang members stay on my couch
Mike Amiri, did he miss?
Did Mike Amiri miss anything?
Junya Watanabe on my woo, woo, woo, woo
I am wearing Junya Watanabe
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Billy Walsh, Jordan Carter, Kanye Omari West, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Nasir Harold Pemberton, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Rennard L. East, Roark Bailey, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin
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