Kid Cudi and Pusha T - EVERYBODY LIKE

Yo
Turn up
Yeah, yeah, hey
Uh, uh-huh
Dim the lights
Yeah, hear me
Dim the lights
Feel good

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
Yeah, this bitch like (yeah)

I got your bitch on my dick (woo, yeah)
Tell me you don't see these baguettes, nigga, no regrets (none)
Once walked the earth with these demons until it ended
The nightmare, but I won't forget it, you get it? Hmm
Who's so smooth, the cleanest nigga in the room (ha, ha)
They love to love him some more, Cudin 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 the life, the light's alright (yeah, right)
Bad bitches, see they love me, I don't trip, I keep it cool
look at 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 that's how it's gotta go-go

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

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
Three sweats on the Rod Lavers
All the numbers adding up like a times-table
Paper comin' in from angles, we all players
The bitches come in all flavors

Got everybody like, ooh

Written by:
Evan Peter Mast, Scott Mescudi, Terrence Thornton

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