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Ebony

The Weeknd

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Ebony

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I'm hella posted in the Trump nowI think I've finally fell in love nowHer name is tammy, she got hella bitchesShe let me fuck 'em while my niggas film itMy place so empty, need a centerpieceTwenty racks a table, cut from ebonyShe cut that ivory into skinny piecesThen she clean it with her face, man, I love my babyMan, I love my baby, man, I love my babyTrust me, trust me, I love my babyMan, I love my baby, man, I love my baby, trust me, trust meOh, yeah, oh, yeahOh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeahOh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeahOoh, oh, yeahOohI turned the ritz into a poor houseIt's like eviction number four nowGo 'head an' ash it on the floor nowGirl, go 'head an' show me how you go downMan, I feel my whole body peakin'An' I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wideGot me higher than a nigga from the westsideEastcoast nigga reppin' northside, never waste a ho's timeBitch, I'm on my own time, fuck a nigga cosign'Cause I get it better like proline, baby girl, I don't lieUsed to have no money for a cribNow my room service still cost your whole lifeNigga try to me step me, I go all-out militaryI'm camo'd all-out like I'm in the militaryFree my nigga jack, wish he was out in FebruaryPerfect time to come out for the album dropBut this shit a throwawayI got 'em sweatin' off a throwawayMan, this shit is such a throwaway(This ain't that album shit, man, this just a throwaway)I don't seem to have you niggas 'round meAll I do is cut niggas from 'round meAn' they know the reason why they got cutYou can lie to the best just to get a buzz'Cause these niggas know I do everythingPuppet master over heads, I'm pullin' stringsNigga, I'm the reason everybody gettin' highSingin' slow, rockin' camo tees and white hoesBut they can have it, I touch any laneMan, it don't matter, kill it anywayArenas in the spring, I'm hella paidThat means hella face, hella mouth, hella brainThese bitches goin' hard, they losin' shameI got 'em trainin' like they losin' weightI'm in Miami, I fuck every dayI never slow the pace, this shit's a throwawayI got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway (yeah, mhm)Man, this shit is such a throwaway, yeah, yeah(This ain't that album shit, man, this just a throwaway)
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