The Weeknd

The Weeknd - The Party & The After Party lyrics

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I understand your body wants it
I know your thoughts, oh you 'bout it, 'bout it
You're a big girl and its your world
And I'ma let you do it how you wanna, girl

Ride with it, ride with it
I know you know, I know you wanna
Buck with it, dont be shy with it
I'm supply with it, I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl

With your Louis V bag
Tats on your arms
High heel shoes
Make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you
You can have them all
But I got what you need
Girl I got your back
I got it all
Hold your drink
Baby, don't you fall
Be there in a minute, baby
Just one call
You don't gotta ask me

You always go to the party
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the party
On your knees
I will not beg you please

Girl pick up them shoes I'll race your ass up all 'em stairs
Just grab a room I swear no one will interfere
Girl bring your friends if you want we can share
Or we can keep it simple, baby we can just

Like with it, ride with it
I know you know, I know you wanna
Shhhh hit it
Don't be shy with it
I'll supply with it
I got you, girl 
Oh, I got you, girl

With your Louis V bag
Tats on your arms
High heel shoes
Make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you
You can have them all
But I got what you need
Girl, I got your back
I got it all
Hold your drink
Baby, don't you fall
Be there in a minute baby
Just one call
You don't gotta ask me

You always go to the party
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees

Ride with it, ride with it
I know you know, I know you wanna
Ride with it
Dont be shy with it
I'll supply with it
I got you, girl
Oh, I got it, girl

Won't you ride with it, ride with it
I know you know, I know you wanna, oh oh
I got you, girl
Oh, I got you, girl
Oh oh oh oh
Oh, I got it, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
Oh oh oh

I think I'm fucking gone
Trolling down this floor
Messing up your carpet
I'll get on it after 4
More sessions of this drug on the floor
Shoulda fucked you raw
But I fucking pulled
Feeling like a million bucks
Before I walked through the store
When I walked through the door
Can't believe I made it
But I made it, that's for sure
For sure
Love it
I need more
I need yours
She ain't looking for that unconditional
Fuck these bitches on
They want what I'm sitting on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
Fuck it up
Sipping on this
Baby, living off this
Got me drowning in your love
Got me drowning in the mist
Give me right tension or start drowning for my wish
Baby, if you knew
The feeling I will give to you
Oh you, you
Oh you
'Cos I got it, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
With me, with me
Whoa you, whoa you, oh you
Oh, you
Oh, I got it, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
With me, with me

I got a brand new girl, call her Rudolf
She'll probably o.d. before I show her to momma
All these girls trying to tell me she got no love
And all these girls never ever got a blowjob
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops then I might get violent
No calls worth stopping
So, momma please stop calling
We can play all night
It just takes on night
To let me fucking prove
This feeling I'ma give to you
Oh, you
You, whoa you
Oh, I got it, girl
Yeah, I got it, girl
With me, with me, with me
Oh, you, oh you, oh you
Oh, I got it, girl
Yeah, I got it, girl
With me, with me
Oh...
Oh, I got it girl
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Not On Label (The Weeknd Self-released)

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Released in: 2011

Language: English

Appearing on: House Of Balloons (2011) , Trilogy (2012)

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