Відео

Bound to fall in love Bound to fall in love (uh-huh, honey) All them other niggas lame, and you know it now When a real nigga hold you down, (alright) you s'pposed to drown Bound (bound) to fall in love Bound (bound) to fall in love (uh-huh, honey) What you doing in the club on a Thursday? She say she only here for her girl birthday They ordered champagne but still look thirsty Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty I know I got a bad reputation Walking 'round, always mad reputation Leave a pretty girl sad reputation Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation I turnt the nightclub out of the basement I'll turn the plane 'round, your ass keep complaining How you gon' be mad on vacation? Dutty whining 'round all these Jamaicans Uh, this that prom shit This that what we do, don't tell your mom shit This that red cup, all on the lawn shit Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch I know you're tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, no- (uh-huh, honey) Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures One good girl (alright) is worth a thousand bitches Bound (bound) to fall in love Bound (bound) to fall in love (uh-huh, honey) I wanna fuck you hard on the sink After that, give you something to drink Step back, can't get spunk on the mink I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? Hey, you remember where we first met? Okay, I don't remember where we first met But hey, admitting is the first step And, ay, you know ain't nobody perfect And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep But ay, the backstroke I'm tryna perfect And ay, ayo, we made to Thanksgiving So ay, maybe we can make it to Christmas She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches? Maybe we could still make it to the church steps But first, you gon' remember how to forget After all these long-ass verses I'm tired, you tired, (uh-huh, honey) Jesus wept I know you're tired (tired) of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (to love) (Uh-huh, honey) Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Bound (bound) to fall in love Bound (bound) to fall in love (uh-huh, honey)

We all need Donda album (Uncensored version) on Spotify, I would love to

my brain is rotting because of this track and i enjoy it.

So the only thing that's censored is the N word? LMAO Still listening to censored rap songs feels like eating a hot dog without a sausage.

Kanye went god mode

this is the first official version that "leaked" with this sampha verse...idk why it was changed but this is the one. thank you for this

Indeed this is official…

Im convinced kanye had a gun to fivio’s head in the studio, he’s literally never rapped like that ever

💿

I love this version so much. Wish he did it with this beat

this > go2damoon

Holy shit this is official 🤯🤯🤯🔥🔥🔥👅

0:35 this right here is what had entire arenas in a chokehold

Baby Keem 1:45

possibly the best rap beat of all time

can hold my liquor But this man can't handle his weed Dark and lonely now On Chicago, south of town I'm on to Indiana I heard it in the radio now I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Bitch I'm back out my coma Waking up on your sofa When I park my Range Rover Slightly scratch your Corolla Okay, I smashed your Corolla I'm hanging on a hangover Five years we been over Ask me why I came over One more hit and I can own ya One more fuck and I can own ya One cold night in October Pussy had me floating Feel like Deepak Chopra Pussy had me dead Might call 2Pac over Yeezy's all on your sofa These them Red Octobers Still ain't learn me no manners You love me when I ain't sober You love me when I'm hungover Even when I blow doja Then her auntie came over Skinny bitch with no shoulders Tellin' you that I'm bogus Bitch you don't even know us "Baby girl, he's a loner Baby girl, he's a loner Late night organ donor After that he disown ya After that he's just hopeless Soul mates become soulless When it's over it's over" And bitch, I'm back out my coma Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't hear your phone Ohhh I wanna phone home I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me I heard you need a new fad (a new girl) I heard you need a new stack (a new girl) I heard you need a new phone (a new girl) I know your 'rents ain't be home (a new girl) Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't hear your phone Oh I wanna phone home

3:06 all of my niggas on channel five i don't channel ten til it go time

is it just me or was this song going to have so much potential then he just "fucked" it "up" as in at like 2:34 therr was a sick buildup then at 2:52 there was that weird ass sample

guy hat album as this sng supposed to come out in?

[Intro: Swizz Beats] Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill [Verse 1: Kanye West] My mama was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the fairer skin Doin' clothes, you would've thought I had help But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself You see it's broke nigga racism That's that, "Don't touch anything in the store" And it's rich nigga racism That's that, "Come in, please buy more" "What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain? All you blacks want all the same things" Used to only be niggas, now everybody playin' Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang New slaves [Refrain: Kanye West] You see it's leaders and it's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower You see it's leaders and it's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower [Verse 2: Kanye West] I throw these Maybach keys I wear my heart on the sleeve I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves They throwin' hate at me Want me to stay at ease Fuck you and your corporation Y'all niggas can't control me I know that we the new slaves I know that we the new slaves I'm 'bout to wild the fuck out I'm goin' Bobby Boucher I know that pussy ain't free You niggas pussy, ain't me Y'all throwin' contracts at me You know that niggas can't read Throw on some Maybach keys Fuck it, c'est la vie I know that we the new slaves Y'all niggas can't fuck with me Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye I'll move my family out the country So you can't see where I stay So go and grab the reporters So I can smash their recorders See, they'll confuse us with some bullshit Like the New World Order Meanwhile the DEA Teamed up with the CCA They tryna lock niggas up They tryna make new slaves See, that's that privately owned prison Get your peace today They prolly all in the Hamptons Braggin' 'bout what they made Fuck you and your Hampton house I'll fuck your Hampton spouse Came on her Hampton blouse And in her Hampton mouth Y'all 'bout to turn shit up I'm 'bout to tear shit down I'm 'bout to air shit out Now what the fuck they gon' say now? [Bridge] Nothing bad, nothing bad, noth- Noth-Noth-, -ing bad, noth- (Noth-Noth-) Bad, nothing bad, nothing bad Nothing- [Outro: Kanye West, Frank Ocean & Kóbor János] I won't end this fight, not this time again So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive And I'm not dyin', and I can't lose I can't lose, no, I can't lose 'Cause I can't leave it to you So let's get too high, get too high again Too high again, too high, ooh hoo-hoo-hooh, woo Yeah, h-h-h-high, h-high-high, high-high high-igh-high-high H-high-igh, yeah, high, high-igh Egyszer a Nap úgy elfáradt (Yeah, mhm-igh) Elaludt mély zöld tó ölén Az embereknek fájt a sötét Ő megsajnált, eljött közénk

Bro i dont know why but this song just randomly popped back inside my head.

normally it doesn’t actually hurt to listen to because of the vocals, but holy shit is it hurting my ears

What if Yeezus season never was approuching?

WOOOOOOOOOOO

Hardest song on tha album that 16 count before tha vocals fire

Aye shout out 2 thugg...his verse is why i want 2 hear it agin no cap 4realzzzz

Thug killed it no cap

That beat haf tho who made this beat???

0:26

0:26

0:25 lil Durk swear word

It’s the cousin that stole his laptop

DONDA 🕊️🕊️🕊️

The one that got awaaaayyy

This song is so raw.

This goes hard but could you make a version with Ye's og verse between Abel's intro and Lil Baby part? Keep the 2. Ye verse tho

So let’s get on with it 🔥

sickest beat ever

Ahhhhhhh this song is amazing😭😭😭😭

Best drill song ever Period.

🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

bro this song needs a music video.

Norberto Ports

did u steal this off kanyes laptop or something this is (perfect)

Everyone’s verse on this song is just perfect, this song on full blast on bass boosted headphones, goes insanely hard.

Holy shit, this is official 🤯🤯🤯🔥🔥🔥

L botted comments

OP, did you steal his laptop with this?

Carti still censored

Need carti uncensored too