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The Weeknd
The Weeknd
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Dylan Wiggins
Dylan Wiggins
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Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
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Emmanuel Nickerson
Emmanuel Nickerson
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Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
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Dylan Wiggins
Dylan Wiggins
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Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
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Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
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Mano
Mano
Продюсер
Cirkut
Cirkut
Продюсер
Josh Smith
Josh Smith
Инженер звукозаписи
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Продюсер
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Миксинг-инженер
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
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Robin Florent
Robin Florent
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Record man play my song on the radio You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke And I swear too much on the regular We gon' let them hits fly, we gon' let it go If it ain't XO then it gotta go I just won a new award for a kids show Talking 'bout a face numbing off a bag of blow I'm like, goddamn, bitch, I am not a Teen Choice Goddamn, bitch, I am not a bleach boy Whip game, make a nigga understand though Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo Hit the gas so hard make it rotate All my niggas blew up like a propane All these R&B niggas be so lame Got a sweet Asian chick, she go lo mein (Oh-oh-oh) You know me, know me You know, man, know, man, know, man You know me, know me, know me Every time you try to forget who I am I'll be right there to remind you again You know me, know me (pow, pow) You know me, know me Said I'm just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean Faded off a double cup, I'm mixing up the potion All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed I'ma keep on singing while I'm burning up that OG All my niggas get it, they make money all alone Rock a chain around they neck, making sure I'm getting home When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil' a show And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor Now my shit straight, eating all day, tryna lose weight That good sex, we'll sweat it out Hotel bed springs, we'll wear it out I ain't gotta tell you 'cause you know me You know me, know me You know, man, know, man, know, man You know me, know me, know me Every time you try to forget who I am I'll be right there to remind you again You know me, know me (pow, pow) You know me, know me (know me, know me) Why don't you shake some, shake somethin' for the Don? Don't you break nothin', break nothin', baby girl Won't you work some, work somethin' for the Don? Don't you hurt nothin', hurt nothin', big girl Won't you shake some, shake somethin' for the Don? Don't you break nothin', break nothin', baby girl Won't you work some, work somethin' for the Don? Don't you hurt nothin', hurt nothin' 'Cause you know me, they know me You're a no-man, yeah, you know, man Oh-oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na Oh-oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na Oh-oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na Oh-oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Henry Walter, Abel Tesfaye, Emmanuel Nickerson, Jason Quenneville, Dylan Wiggins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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