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[Intro: Kid Cudi]

Yo

Turn up

Yah, yea, uhh, uhh

Dim the lights (Yea-yea, hear me)

Dim the lights (All good)

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]

And my niggas like ooh

Bad bitches like ooh

Everybody like ooh

Everybody like ooh

And my niggas like ooh

My bad bitches like ooh

Everybody like ooh

Everybody like ooh

Yea this bitch like- (Yah)

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]

I got yo bitch, on my dick (Woo, yah)

Tell me you don't see these baugettes, nigga no regrets (None)

Once walked the earth with these demons until it ended

The nightmarе, but I won't forget it, you get it? (Hmm)

Who's so smooth, the clеanest nigga in the room (Ha, ha)

They love to love him some more, caught up in that groove (Ha, ha)

It's 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 bitches, 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 thats how it's gotta go-go

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]

And my niggas like ooh

Bad bitches like ooh

Everybody like ooh

Everybody like ooh

And my niggas like ooh

My bad bitches like ooh

Everybody like ooh

Everybody like ooh

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

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, shit major

New phases, new pages, new raises

Dries sweats on the Rod Lavers

Hauling numbers adding up like a times-table

Paper comin' in from all angles, we all players

The bitches come in all flavors

[Outro: Pusha T]

Got everybody like ooh