Miami 2 Ibiza - Swedish House Mafia & The Weeknd

She says she likes my watch, but she wants Steve's AP And she stay up all hours watching QVC She said she loves my songs, she bought my mp3 And so I put her number in my Bold BB I got a black BM, she got a white TT She wanna see what's hiding in my CK briefs I tell her wear suspenders and some PVC And then I'll film it all up on my JVC Uh, scene one. Everybody get in your positions Pay attention, and listen We're tryna get this in one take So let's try and make that happen Take one, action! She pose for FHM, she like my Black LV We spinnin' LPR, up on my APC I'm in my PRPS and my Nike SB's Ravin' with SHM, London to NYC I got my Visa and my Visa A diva and her dealer Bitch I'm up on the guest list With the Swedish House Mafia You can find me on a table Full of vodka and tequila Surrounded by some bunnies And it ain't fucking Easter I wake up in the morning With a mild case of amnesia With a girl that like a girl Like Lindsey Lohan, Queen Latifah If you niggas are pullin' Then boy I must be FIFA And that's standard procedure from Miami 2 Ibiza

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