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Close, Ahhhhhh, Nagy It's the Weeknd and I'm wondering if you got lust Cos previously I knew, you never had trust Now it's become more than a nut bust I love you more than bread crust I met you when I was lost Shirt said I'm not fucked Shutter shades and some bum fluff Walking round the club like my brain got concussed And you knew you could conquer That's when you looked at him and you thought to yourself Damn I want some And fuck these other scum Sipping on their rum Chewing on their gum At thee, I bite my thumb Fuck with them and their mum We bout to have some fun Did you not know you are my son? Bitch, why you think we look like one Why you look so dumb, why you look so stunned I'd still lick you up with my tongue Fire my gun, at your buns Bitch don't make me drop that thun thun thun Fuck Ebola, Fuck Sosa, fuck anorexia nervosa You look at me, humbly Constantly in good company Come to me, looking hungry Monkeys climbing money trees As if they own the streets Spend all the leaves, smoke all the green [Hook] What you want What you want What you want What you want What you need girl What you need What you need girl What you need [Hook] What you breathe Bitch, I'm what you breathe Watch you watching me as I watch the TV Coming through, I'm tumblin' Bitches drunk, they stumblin' I'm mumblin', my stomach grumblin' Hungry from all the moist shit that I'm hearing Got me feeling, I'm worth a million A minion, bitch, I'm brilliant, billing them a billion And all those mother fucking villains Getting shillings while they're chilling Sipping sizzurp talking bout killing Spitting unappealing lyrics Whilst they're sitting on their Calvin Klein, while their bitches behind Rob your gold underwear whilst your sitting right there Tie a shirt round her mouth, like she's in an affair Hit her from the back, then pull her hair Let her give fellatio, as we listen to the radio (That's my favourite song!) Girl come back here For I come right there I been craving you like an avocado pear You belong on the front of vanitity fair You could be a pornstar or multimillionaire Back to planet earth I was walking on air Spit so dirty might need dental care But if I gave a care I'd read a book of common prayer My mind so ill it needs tender love and care I'm so, raw, could get put behind bars But I'm a crazy muddafucka, like any other star Guess that makes me regular [Hook] I'm what you need I'm what you need I'm what you need Bitch, watch me leave [Hook] I'm what you need girl I'm what you need Whoah, whoah, whoah That's a fatass spider Fuck, Not another one Another one