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Spilling more into my cup 
Weeknd playing in the background 
I'm comin down, you comin up 

Make sure that you're comin through 
Make sure that it's me

niggas look slumped 
That bitch say she bout it but she ain't finna Fuck 
So I'm just passing her by like I'm Andrew the Luck 
We got plenty in line

drunk on the daily
Pull up to your crib ya'll already high
Smoking all day barely getting by
Got no patience to wait for the weekend
Then complaining you

shining deep out in outer space, yeah
Not the Weeknd but I can't feel my face, yeah
Time will tell if not, then it's back to base, yeah
I'm blowing up my

that a glove dont fit
Got fire if a nigga want smoke
Might pull up in a Bronco bitch
Fresh squeezed grab a nigga by the throat

Minute-Maid how im

a piece, she belong in the Lourve 
The Weeknd blasting through my speakers and fall in a mood
Seatbelt fastened, while we dashin she order some food
Then we

say is I'm the one you should be with
Me and you can get it popping like a bunch of weak lids
And get it hot and heavy while playing The Weeknd
I know

discernment stay way from informants
They slimy a serpent i'm living life urgent gotta stay observant
I stay by my lone that's my only preferment
They love

plans for The Weeknd tryin to meet up with Selena
Thats some gasolina
Twenty for the feature
All expenses paid out of pocket
Ima reach ya
All the things

I need a perc me up
Also need a bad bitch to slurp me up
Oh she a flirt or sum
She pull up to my crib
By the end of the night she’ll be my bitch
She

me to ruin, yeah
Skyhigh off the air in the room she was in
Impaired by the fumes I don't care that I'm losing my head
Suffocated I ain't very in tune

only had a quarter to my name yeah I’m almost 25
The Weeknd & Drizzy always asking em for a ride
This flow that I’m using got me feeling I’m in my prime

Ay I'm bout to pipe you for the weekend
Hit it three times then I doze off, fall asleep till The Weeknd
Ok I'm up now, so let me get creative
Got

superman but you can't be no kryptonite
Stop by my crib tonight, bring some champagne
I got that Marvin Gaye, you bring the Chardonnay
Or try some new

nigga elite
Hop in the Clio we leave

120 we passing thru forrest
The father,the son and the spirit up on us
Blasting The Weeknd we singing the chorus
Low

it just to cook it
Wassup
Flex the muscle by the chest
Like I'm doing push ups
If you really trying to find me
Fuckin hater look up
Two cups
One lean

on The Weeknd
She was grinding to the beat
Watch her head, touch her feet
She don't, pop it for the free
I can tell she, determined
She be rolling in the deep

geekin
In the foreign got me speedin
Into her pussy im eazin
I'm fuckin my bitch to the weeknd 

I gotcho girl in her croptrop
Fucking her mama will not

the Bieber in her mouth yeah
She OD'd at The Roxy so they had to kick her out
Sniffing cocaine with The Weeknd and Selena on the couch

An hour later man them

preoccupied
Talking hella dry
My heart's an abandoned building
That's why every other weekend
I'm listening to the Weeknd
And a little bit of MAKONNEN
Heart

that b****s that pull up
That's often
By the weekend she creepin'
She bumpin' that Weeknd
Told her baby welcome to party
I'm with the gang and we gon'

Clocked by a left
Galaxies I'm seeing 
Planets in my view
Peeping like I'm Tyson
I'm talking Neil deGrasse, master chief hes the right one 
Solo or spak we

like 

Friends come and go every season 
I got shorties on my line for the weekend 
She say she love it when I'm sing like I'm The Weeknd 
I told lil

me
We been, fucking up all of the sheets when
I go and turn on that beats pill
Straight pnd and the weeknd
The morning, the loft, what you need
Break