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    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 turned the ritz into a poor house
    It's like eviction number four now
    Go 'head an' ash it on the floor now
    Girl, go 'head an' show me how you go down
    Man, I feel my whole body peakin'
    An' I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide
    Got me higher than a nigga from the westside
    Eastcoast nigga reppin' northside, never waste a ho's time
    Bitch, I'm on my own time, fuck a nigga cosign
    '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 still 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

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    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
    An' they know the reason why they got cut
    You can lie to the best just to get a buzz
    'Cause these niggas know 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)

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    Composición: The Weeknd

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