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Kid Cudi; Pusha T
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Yo
Turn up
Yah, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Dim the lights, yeah-yeah, hear me
Dim the lights, all good
And my n- like ooh
Bad b- like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Everybody like ooh
And my n- like ooh
My bad b- like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Yeah, this b- like- (yah)
I got yo -, on my - (woo, yah)
Tell me you don't see these baugettes, - 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 - in the room (ha, ha)
They love to love him some more, caught up in that groove (ha, ha)
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 b-, 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
And my n- like ooh
Bad b- like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Everybody like ooh
And my n- like ooh
My bad b- like ooh
Everybody like ooh
Everybody like ooh
My red solo cup sippers, the nose 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, - 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 all angles, we all players
The b- come in all flavors
Got everybody like ooh
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