The Weeknd - Ebony lyrics
The Weeknd [Abel Makkonen Tesfaye] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[The Weeknd - Ebony lyrics]
I'm hella posted in the Trump now
I think I've finally fell in love now
Her name is Tammy, she got hella bitches
She let me fuck 'em while my niggas film it
My place so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby
Trust me, trust me, I love my baby
Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby
Trust me, trust me, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh oh oh oh oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh, yeah
Ooh, oh, yeah, ooh
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It's like eviction number four now
Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peakin'
And I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide
Got me higher than a nigga from the West Side
East coast nigga reppin' North Side
Never waste a ho's time
Bitch, I'm on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign 'Cause I get it better
Like proline, baby girl, i don't lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
Nigga try to me step me
I go all-out military
I'm camo'd all-out like I'm in the military
Free my nigga Jack
Wish he was out in February
Perfect time to come out for the album drop
But this shit a throwaway
I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway
Man, this shit is such a throwaway
This ain't that album shit, man
This just a throwaway
Mmh mmh mmh mmh
I don't seem to have you niggas 'round me
All I do is cut niggas from 'round me
And they know the reason why they got cut
You can lie to the press just to get a buzz
'Cause these niggas know that I do everything
Puppet master over heads, I'm pullin' strings
Nigga, I'm the reason everybody gettin' high
Singin' slow
Rockin' camo tees and white hoes
But they can have it, I touch any lane
Man, it don't matter, kill it anyway
Arenas in the spring, I'm hella paid
That means hella face, hella mouth
Hella brain
These bitches goin' hard, they losin' shame
I got 'em trainin' like they losin' weight
I'm in Miami, I fuck every day
I never slow the pace
This shit's a throwaway
Mmh mmh i got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway
(yeah, mhm)
Man, this shit is such a throwaway, yeah
Yeah this ain't that album shit, man
This just a throwaway (Ah)
I think I've finally fell in love now
Her name is Tammy, she got hella bitches
She let me fuck 'em while my niggas film it
My place so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby
Trust me, trust me, I love my baby
Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby
Trust me, trust me, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh oh oh oh oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh, yeah
Ooh, oh, yeah, ooh
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It's like eviction number four now
Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peakin'
And I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide
Got me higher than a nigga from the West Side
East coast nigga reppin' North Side
Never waste a ho's time
Bitch, I'm on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign 'Cause I get it better
Like proline, baby girl, i don't lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
Nigga try to me step me
I go all-out military
I'm camo'd all-out like I'm in the military
Free my nigga Jack
Wish he was out in February
Perfect time to come out for the album drop
But this shit a throwaway
I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway
Man, this shit is such a throwaway
This ain't that album shit, man
This just a throwaway
Mmh mmh mmh mmh
I don't seem to have you niggas 'round me
All I do is cut niggas from 'round me
And they know the reason why they got cut
You can lie to the press just to get a buzz
'Cause these niggas know that I do everything
Puppet master over heads, I'm pullin' strings
Nigga, I'm the reason everybody gettin' high
Singin' slow
Rockin' camo tees and white hoes
But they can have it, I touch any lane
Man, it don't matter, kill it anyway
Arenas in the spring, I'm hella paid
That means hella face, hella mouth
Hella brain
These bitches goin' hard, they losin' shame
I got 'em trainin' like they losin' weight
I'm in Miami, I fuck every day
I never slow the pace
This shit's a throwaway
Mmh mmh i got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway
(yeah, mhm)
Man, this shit is such a throwaway, yeah
Yeah this ain't that album shit, man
This just a throwaway (Ah)