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  • Текст песни Rick Ross ft. The Weeknd - In Vein

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    [Intro: The Weeknd]
    I don't got a single sober vein in my body (x2)

    [Verse 1: The Weeknd]
    Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy
    I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
    And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
    So ride it out for me, and take it off for me
    It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe
    Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time
    She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it
    But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide
    Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it
    Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
    All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy
    All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy
    Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless
    Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is
    Tour bus like a National Geographic
    Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom

    [Hook: The Weeknd]
    It makes me smile, it makes me smile
    Cause I got it
    It makes me smile, it makes me smile
    Cause I got it
    All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece
    But now we got it
    Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me
    I don't got a single sober vein in my body

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari
    Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us
    Condo blow money, like it's all dope money
    Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord
    Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money
    Bel-Air running down the Rollie on her arm
    Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it
    I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield
    Got the [?] went and bought the crib
    25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life
    100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night
    Every chandelier rented, one-mil
    20 chandelier's moterfucker who real
    I just wanna show her what I live like
    Wearing a white burqa on a winter night
    Fuck a burqa now she in the Bentley
    That's when she went and tatted double M G
    Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap
    She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact
    I give her game and she give it back
    Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more
    Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close
    They scream Maybach on the cell blocks
    All my dogs who used to sell Glocks
    They say the niggas in the jail talk
    How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows
    25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone

    [Hook]

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