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Artiste : The Weeknd
Titre : Ebony
I´m hella posted in the Trump now
I think I´ve finally fell in love now
Her name is Tammy, she got hella bitches
She let me fuck ´em while my niggas film it
My place so empty, need a centerpiece

Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby
Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby
Trust me, trust me, I love my baby
Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby, trust me, trust me

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah
Ooh, oh, yeah
Ooh

I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It´s like eviction number four now
Go ´head and ash it on the floor now

Girl, go ´head and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peakin´
And I´m fuckin´ anybody with they legs wide
Got me higher than a nigga from the West Side
East coast nigga reppin´ North Side, never waste a ho´s time
Bitch, I´m on my own time, fuck a nigga co-sign
´Cause I get it better like proline, baby girl, I don´t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
Nigga try to me step me, I go all-out military
I´m camo´d all-out like I´m in the military
Free my nigga Jack, wish he was out in February
Perfect time to come out for the album drop
But this shit a throwaway

I got ´em sweatin´ off a throwaway

Man, 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 me
All I do is cut niggas from ´round me
And they know the reason why they got cut
You can lie to the press just to get a buzz
´Cause these niggas know that I do everything
Puppet master over heads, I´m pullin´ strings
Nigga, I´m the reason everybody gettin´ high
Singin´ slow, rockin´ camo tees and white hoes
But they can have it, I touch any lane
Man, it don´t matter, kill it anyway
Arenas in the spring, I´m hella paid
That means hella face, hella mouth, hella brain
These bitches goin´ hard, they losin´ shame
I got ´em trainin´ like they losin´ weight

I´m in Miami, I fuck every day
I never slow the pace, this shit´s a throwaway

I 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)