Close

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