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John Legend - Christian Dior Denim Flow

I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They lovin' me, but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now

I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb
She know Cecily Lopez
Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks
If you work with my people
Speak that Jourdan Dunn language
Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls
I wonder how it feel to lower Stones walls
Jessica Gomes, y'all, I would damage her
And see, uh Jessica Stam got the stamina
I’m in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve
I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg
Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa
Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik, get Olga
Ttell her I’m very single
Abbey Lee, too I’m a freak boo
I’m wylin I’m on a thousand
I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen

I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They lovin' me, but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

Christian Dior denim flow
I told her, I’m try'na eat out so what we going for dinner for

Miami nights on the search for some T and A
Tryna hide what’s obvious to see in me
We conversate a bit about your DNA
And my sandy colored suits from the VMA’s
Oh, you was watching, who the fock wasn’t
Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen
Yeah 6 grand for a minutes time
Italian vogue style a nigga for a minute rhyme
Lets be clear and let's be fair
The best things in music's being offered here
It's a round table full of bosses here
Still giving you it all like the coffins near

I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They lovin' me, but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They lovin' me, but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you, hey

It's time for a lesson in model behavior
Damn, look at all the bad bitches I gave you
Man, I can see the flaws to your flavour
Look like wonder woman and still need a savior
Maybe it's a billionaire, maybe it's the cocaine
I done seen drugs and money run the whole game
A good girl lost in the city life
Agent Provocateur holding titties right

He ain’t Kraft material, champagne for cereal
Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm
Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on
Stuff all my problems in that bong and I’m puffin’ strong
I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone
Must’ve been the liquor talkin’, I’m beggin’ the cups, “c’mon”
Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form
T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler’s poem
My sound’s full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (kush)
Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (uh)
Nigga, make some money for you, make a comment
I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?
Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy
Now I’m back like a nine milli, grimy New York City
See me clearly through the storm
The world’s mine, sits pretty in my palm
Sean Don as we continue on

I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don't know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They lovin' me, but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

Hey
Niggas think they know I’m the guy with the story
They dont really know
It’s so air frickin women
How can I be better
I could start with just the basics
Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
I seem to have forgotten that I’m off the nini
To the people who dont know Cud’, know what
Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist
Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner
She got haters, some in the fam made us
But they don’t really matter, we escape em with our paper
“Hey, ya”, I’m on my Andre 3000
I’m all good now, a nigga don’t need no counseling
Woke up in the room and my mojo was active
Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive
Back when let me not reflect on the old shit
I’m on to the new act, on to my new script
Bitches better have they thoughts before approaching
I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other niggas
Do things all before living, haters, copy, I’m the image, hey
Haters, copy, I’m the image

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