[The Weeknd] I understand, your body wants it I know your thoughts, oh you bout it, bout it You're a big girl and It's your world And I'mma let you do it how you wanna Girl, now ride wit it, ride wit it I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit it Don't be shy wit it, I'll supply wit it I got you, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V. bag, tats on your arms High heel shoes make you six feet tall Everybody wants you, you can have them all But I got what you need Girl I got your bag, I got it all Hold your drink baby don't you fall Be there in a minute baby just one call You don't gotta ask me
[Beach House] You always come to the parties To pluck the feathers off all the birds You always come to the parties On your knees I will not beg you, please
[The Weeknd] Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them stairs Just grab a room I swear no one will interfere Girl, bring your friends if you want we can share Or we can keep it simple baby we can just Ride wit it, Ride wit it I know you know, I know you wanna *inhale* wit it Don't be shy wit it, I'll supply wit it I gotchu, girl, Oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V. bag, tats on ya arms High heel shoes make you six feet tall Everybody wants you, you can have them all I got what you need Girl, I got your bag, I got it all Hold your drink baby don't you fall Be there in a minute baby just one call You don't gotta ask me
[Beach House] You always come to the parties To pluck the feathers off all the birds You always come to the parties On your knees I will not beg you, please
[The Weeknd] Ride wit it, ride wit it I know you know I know you wanna line wit it Don't be shy wit it I'll supply wit it I got you girl Oh, I got it girl I know you wanna line wit it, line wit it I know you know I know you wanna I got you girl Oh, I got you girl And Oh, I got it girl
Ii. The After Party
[The Weeknd] I think I'm fuckin' gone, rollin' on this floor Messin' up your carpet I'll get on it after four more Sessions of the strong on your floor Shouldn't fuckin' rolled, but I fuckin' pulled Feelin' like a billion bucks before I walked through the store When I walked through your door Can't believe I made it But I made it that's for sure For sure Your lovin' I need more I need yours She ain't lookin' for that un-con-ditional What the fuck these bitches on? They want what I'm sittin' on They don't want my love They just want my potential Fuck it I'll be sippin' on this, baby livin' off bliss Got me drownin' in your love Got me drownin' in the mist Gimme right attention Or I'll start drownin' from my wrist
Baby, if you knew The feelin' I would give to you You Cause I got it girl Oh I got it girl With me You Oh I got it girl With me
I got a brand new girl Call her Rudolph She'll probably O.D. before I show her to momma All these girls try to tell me she got no love But all these girls never ever got her blow job Ringtone on silent And if she stops, then I might get violent No call is worth stoppin' So, momma please stop callin' We can play all night It just takes one night To let me fuckin' prove This feelin' I would give to you
You Oh I got it girl Yea, I got it girl With me
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Compositor: Abel Tesfaye / Alex Scally / Jeremy Rose / Rainer Millar Blanchaer / Victoria LegrandPublicado em 2012ECAD verificado fonograma #13278641 em 24/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM