Pusha T, Kid Cudi - EVERYBODY LIKE (feat. Pusha T)

Yo Turn up Yah, yeah, uhh, uhh Dim the lights (yeah-yeah, hear me) Dim the lights (all 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- (yah) I got your bitch, on my dick (whoo, yah) Tell me you don't see these baugettes, 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, 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, I keep it 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 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 blow 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 outta nothing like a times-table Paper comin' in from all angles, we all players The bitches come in all flavors Got everybody like, ooh