Ebony lyrics - The Weeknd

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 turn the Ritz into a poor house

It's like eviction number four now

Go 'head and ash it on the floor now

Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down

And I feel my whole body peakin'

And I'm fuckin' anybody with their legs wide

Got me higher than a nigga from the West Side

East coast nigga reppin' North Side, never waste a ho's time

Bitch, I'm on my own time, fuck a nigga co-sign

'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 bill 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

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

Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh

I don't seem to have you niggas 'round me

All I do is cut niggas from 'round me

And they know the reason why they got cut

You can lie to the press just to get a buzz

'Cause these niggas know that 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

Mmh-mmh

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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