Kanye West – Face Down lyrics

(feat. Quavo of Migos & Lil Yachty)

[Chorus: Kanye West & Quavo]
Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down?
Bad girls always keep they phone face-down
I love you when you face-down (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo
Face-down the only time you come around (yeah, face-down)
Face-down the only time you come around (yeah, face-down)
Young nigga came from that Bobby Brown (Whitney)
All my money came out that mud or ground (yeah)
They can't be real (no), or I can't be real (no)
But I like how I feel (I do), I like how I feel (I love it)
I gave her a deal (ay), I gave her a pill (ay)
Now she worth a mil (yeah), now she worth a mil (million)
Ice all on me (ay), these racks all on me (yeah)
You can walk all on me (uh), you can skate all on me (yeah)
Niggas ain't homies (woah), but you can wait on it
You can wait on it (woah), I bet I'ma eat my opponent (argh)
I'ma need some manners (ay), I'ma need some more cameras (flash)
I'm too hot to handle (ah), blow money like candles (phew)
Riding on camels (yeah), in Dubai riding camels (oh)
Wanna buy me a camel (oh), but I want and bought panarama (ay)
Yeah-yeah, higher than fighter jets (high)
Face-down now she soaking wet (face-down)
Yeah I really wanna ride with her (ride)
But the pussy got mileage (mileage)
Yeah, I'm dabbing and styling (styling)
I wanna hold her up for hostage (hostage)
But she end up outsmarting me cause she did four years in college
Ay, ay, yeah, she did four years in college (damn)
Yeah-yeah, I'ma gon' give her this molly (damn)
Yeah, I was gonna give her this molly (damn)
Yeah-yeah, have her face-down in the islands (yeah)

[Chorus: Kanye West & Quavo]
Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down?
Bad girls always keep they phone face-down
I love you when you face-down (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I'll never trip over you (no)
It's more fish in the sea (yeah)
Soon I promise you'll see (yeah)
You the one who need me (uh-huh)
I can't convince you if you ain't gon' listen
I ain't going on no damn-damn mission (oh)
Flipped to phone, you had phone calls missing
Who the fuck is this nigga named Tristan?
These bitches are so stupid
All your life have you been a groupie?
No morals, there's no sorrow
You must like peasants, you coulda been with the pharoah
Oh, oh-no, oh-no, oh