Junya (feat. Playboi Carti)

Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'
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?

Ex-strippers
New killers, Chi'— tell 'em
This on Donda, on my mama
Made a promise

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?
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Junya Watanabe on my—

All summer, all summer
45 gunners, in pajamas
They piranhas
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, hold up, uh
For five summers, hold up
For five summers, hold up, uh
For five summers, hold up, uh

We took over, hold up, uh
We took over, hold up
We took over, hold up
We took over, hold up

Born in Atlanta
Not Montana
'Scuse my manners
I got standards
Uh, yeah, 'scuse my manners
I got standards
I got status
You don't want static

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Than I see commas
They going dummy
We going Donda
Let me be honest
Let me be honest

I won with the bucks, boy
Let me Giannis
I won with the bucks, boy
The spirit is on us
The spirit of Donda

God's time can't fit on a wrist
Junya wanna have me on my—
Move out of the way of my release
Tryna get me off my Qs and Ps
Why can't losers never lose in peace?
Ain't nobody 'round me losing sleep
Better find God 'fore He find me
Tell the Devil good night, go to sleep