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    These bitches want Nikes
    They lookin' for a check
    Tell 'em it ain't likely
    Said she need a ring like Carmelo
    You must be on that white like Othello
    All you want is Nikes, but the real ones
    Just like you, just like me
    I don't play, I don't make time
    But if you need dick, I got you, and I yam from the line
    Pour up for A$AP, RIP Pimp C
    RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just like me

    Woo
    Fuckin' buzzin', woo
    That my little cousin, he got a little trade
    His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid
    We out by the pool, some little mermaids
    Me and them gel like twigs with them bangs
    Now, that's a real mermaid
    You been holdin' your breath, weighted down
    Punk madre, punk papá
    He don't care for me, but he cares for me
    And that's good enough
    We don't talk much or nothin'
    But when we talkin' 'bout somethin'
    We have good discussion
    I met his friends last week
    Feels like they're up to somethin'
    That's good for us

    We'll let you guys prophesy
    We'll let you guys prophesy
    We gon' see the future first
    We'll let you guys prophesy
    We gon' see the future first
    Livin' so the last night
    Feels like a past life
    Speakin' of the don't know what got into people
    Devil be possessin' homies, demons try to body-jump
    Why you think I'm in this bitch wearin' a fuckin' yarmulke?

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    Acid on me like the rain
    Weed crumbles into glitter
    Rain, glitter
    We laid out on this wet floor
    Away turf, no Astro
    Mesmerized how the strobes glow
    Look at all the people feet dance
    I know that your nigga came witcha
    But he ain't witcha
    We only human and it's humid in these Balmains
    I mean my balls stickin' to my jeans
    We breathin' pheromones, Amber Rose
    Sippin' pink-gold lemonades
    Feelin'

    I may be younger, but I'll look after you
    We're not in love, but I'll make love to you
    When you're not here, I'll save some for you
    I'm not him, but I'll mean something to you
    I'll mean something to you
    I'll mean something to you

    You got a roommate, he'll hear what we do
    It's only awkward if you're fuckin' him too

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    Composición: Christopher Breaux y James Blake

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