EVERYBODY LIKE (feat. Pusha T)

Kid Cudi

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    Yo
    Turn up
    Yah, yea, uhh, uhh
    Dim the lights (yea-yea, hear me)
    Dim the lights (all good)

    And my niggas like ooh
    Bad bitches like ooh
    Everybody like ooh
    Everybody like ooh
    And my niggas like ooh
    My bad bitches like ooh
    Everybody like ooh
    Everybody like ooh
    Yea this bitch like- (yah)

    I got yo bitch, on my dick (woo, yah)
    Tell me you don't see these baugettes, nigga no regrets (none)
    Once walked the earth with these demons until it ended
    The nightmare, but I won't forget it, you get it? (hmm)
    Who's so smooth, the cleanest nigga in the room (ha, ha)
    They love to love him some more, caught up in that groove (ha, ha)
    It's the rager supreme, now here's a shovel can you dig it? (dig it)
    The boy was insane, they couldn't stop him, lost control (oh)
    Now the gods are back tonight (night)
    Clean and fitted in your life, the life's alright (yah, right)
    Bad bitches, see they love me, I don't trip bout' keepin cool
    I got my homies, we ride
    Got some girlies stay the night-night
    In the mornin' sayin' bye-bye, boo-bye-bye she like no-no (no-no)
    I am just too focused, got them trippin off a photo (photo)
    She said she like to see, wanna get me on my dolo (dolo)
    I guess that's life, I guess that's how it's gotta go-go

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    And my niggas like ooh
    Bad bitches like ooh
    Everybody like ooh
    Everybody like ooh
    And my niggas like ooh
    My bad bitches like ooh
    Everybody like ooh
    Everybody like ooh

    My red solo cup sippers, the blow sniffers with lip fillers
    Ace of spade flute lifters, we hear the whispers, hopin' you forgive us
    The known dealers, unknown killers, fly by in four-wheelers
    Six-figures on the watches and the chains (uh, uh)
    I'm so toxic and obnoxious in my lane (uh, uh)
    Plain jane for my plain janes
    First pj, now we playin' blame games (ooh)
    Me and ya man ain't the same thing
    See, I really live up to my name-name
    King push with the kid rager, shit major
    New phases, new pages, new raises
    Dries sweats on the rod lavers
    Hauling numbers outta nothing like a times-table
    Paper comin' in from angles, we all players
    The bitches come in all flavors

    Got everybody like ooh

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    Composición: Pusha T, Kid Cudi y E.Vax

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