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Artist: The Weeknd f/ Belly, Ty Dolla $ign
Album:  King of the Fall (Remix) {S}
Song:   King of the Fall (Remix)
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Ty Dolla $ign]
(Dolla $ign!) She drive five hours for a nigga
just to get some long dick; no flowers from her nigga
out in Luxembourg, she came to Paris for a nigga
She want to introduce her parents to a nigga, sheeit
I just came from Milan, I had a threesome
with two white bitches, almost had a four
but the black girl didn't even like bitches (ooh yeah!)
I let her suck the dick and passed her to my nigga (nah na-na-na-na)
Bunch of bad bitches in Geneva
Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa
Smokin' like a Taylor at my table, uh (in my section!)
It's Pushaz Inc., the motherfuckin' label
And that XO, all my niggas on that dick
We sold our souls to the devil, local niggas say that
Tell 'em to first get on my level; out in Bern in the coupe slidin'
with a bitch, 'bout to get it poppin'

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it
She gon' give it up cause she know I might like it {*3X*}
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you kno-o-ow what I like, like, like, like, like

[Belly]
Dabbin' up, dabbin' up, I just hit the wax for breakfast
Bitches tryna leave, crib so big can't find a exit
Chest feelin' heavy like I 69'd with Precious - wait/weight
Chest feelin' heavy like I'm pourin' up in Texas
Told a bitch come over give me a perm, spit some G to ya
Don't you tell these hoes what you learn, this is free for ya
Kush got 'em trippin' like Sherm, on some Smokey shit
Long dick reach deep down, in fallopian
Half Brazilian, her ass was Amazonian
Dab by the slab got you feelin' like it's opium
XO, bad hoes they call me Dablo Esco
Unless it's money me no hablo
Still wish I could have you, now I wish you would leave
Got niggas payin' your rent, you keep a trick up your sleeve
Uhh, money hidden in the walls like it's insulation
Couple Asian bitches, call it an orientation

[Chorus]

[The Weeknd]
Baby girl, you know what I like...
Baby, you know just what I like, ohhh

I just passed that "nigga fell off" stage
Just sold out the O2 at my own pace
I can say that I'm attached to nobody
I been gettin' paper while these niggas tryna stop me
Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor
Had some bad bid'ness, nothin' personal
But now the word out that we back
on some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
And these the motherfuckers that they packaged
Their new shit all be soundin' like my past shit
Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats
Then she go downtown like she owe me
XO, XO, XO
Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow
This is my sound, nigga, fuck your sound
Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch
When I touch down, I'ma shake shit up
Fuck your new man, I'ma break it up
He can come back when I go on the road
But that pussy mine for the next three months
Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back
Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land
Queen Street nigga makin' money overseas
Had a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cash
Shout out XO, shout out to the boy
Broke bread on tour, man, it's all love now
Shout my nigga Stix doin' good in these streets
Bet he poppin' more bottles than us right now
Reason why they stressin', city never sunny
When the kid come through with more niggas than Apollo
But ain't shit funny, can't nobody stop me
All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow, all of them swallow
All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow, all of them swallow
All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow, all of them swallow
All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow
All of, all of, all of them swallow
All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow