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[Chorus: Kanye West]
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead, all be dead
All be dead
So tonight, bitch, I might as well get head

[Bridge: Post Malone]
I got a tan line, I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think it's something but a fly in the gutter?
[?] I can tell you wanna fuck
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know, know no me

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
An' I got a hunnid-thousand in my motherfuckin' bag
Pull up Saint Laurent and I put it on the jet
Motherfuckin' jet, drop the top on a beat, pull up to the fuckin' club
And I'm smackin' on your bitch (oh-oh-oh)
Lil' mama gon' sum it up, hell no, [?]
[?]
[?] no reason
Did all that shit, now I fuck on your bitch
I just [?]
I just put forty-thousand on my wrist
I just [?] (oh-oh-oh)
[?] last night, keep it [?]
[?] I pour it down, no liquor [?]

[Bridge: Post Malone]
I got a tan line, I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think it's something but a fly in the gutter?
[?] I can tell you wanna fuck

[Chorus: Kanye West]
A hunnid years from now, we gon' all be dead, all be dead
All be dead
So tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gon' all be dead, all be dead
So tonight
I might as well get head

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
Ain't talkin' that shit for no reason
When you know you're coming home this evening
Why you wanna come and play with my emotions?
When you know you should be going through the motions
We don't got no time to waste, whoa-oa-oa
This is not the time or place, oh-oh-ohhh
This the shit that make you wanna wild
And I'm really think I'm really king, shit make you wanna bow down
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I've lost it now
Got me runnin' like a faucet now
Tell 'em there's a new boss in town
Girl, I'm feelin' like I'm lost and found
'Cause I'm so up and down

[Bridge: Post Malone]
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know, know no me

[Chorus: Kanye West]
A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead, all be dead
All be dead
So tonight, bitch, I might as well get head

[Verse: Kanye West]
Wait 'til I come getcha, uh
This the type of shit I can not fathom
Yeezy off the Lexapro, 'bout to have a muhfuckin' spasm (perfect)
Niggas talkin' shit, actin' like some low lives
I've been waitin' for this shit my whole life
Ray J hit it once, he ain't get it twice
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] money hits {?}

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