โหลดเพลง mp3 Picasso Baby - Jay-Z

Picasso Baby (毕加索宝贝) - Jay-Z
I just want a Picasso in my casa
No my castle
I'm a hassa no I'm an asshole
I'm never satisfied can't knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko no I wanna brothel
No I want a wife that f**k me like a prostitute
Let's make love on a million in a dirty hotel
With the fan on the ceiling all for the love of drug dealing
Marble Floors gold Ceilings
Oh what a feeling - f**k it I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons I just wanna blow up
Condos in my condos I wanna row of
Christie's with my missy live at the MoMA
Bacons and turkey bacons smell the aroma
Oh what a feeling
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It ain't hard to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal

Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes

See me thrown at the Met
Vogue'ing on these niggas
Champagne on my breath Yes
House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern
Because I be going ape at the auction
Oh what a feeling

Aw f**k it I want a trillion

Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa

The modern day version
With better features

Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner

Go ahead lean on that sh*t Blue

You own it
Oh what a feeling
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I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but
Damned if I didn't open Pandora's box
They try to slander your man
On CNN and Fox
My Miranda don't stand a chance with cops
Even my old fans like old man just stop
I could if I would but I can't
I'm hot and you blow
I'm still the man to watch Hublot

On my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth
The cameras pops niggas is cool with it
Till the canons pop
Now my hand on the bible
On the stand got your man in a jam again
Got my hands in cuffs
I'm like god damn enough
I put down the cans and they ran amok

My hairpin
Piece skin rupture spleens
Cracks rips go through cribs and other things
No sympathy for the king huh
Niggas even talk about your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings

Don't forget America this how you made me

Come through with 'Ye mask on
Spray everything like SAMO
Though I won't scratch the Lambo
What's it gonna to take
For me to go
For y'all to see
I'm the modern day Pablo
Picasso baby