Writer/s: Abel Tesfaye, Carl Marshall, Carlo Montagnese, Che Pope, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Noah Goldstein, Robert Holmes
Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, living life so trill They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless If they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices Leave 'em on the fucking table, we got choices Now we get faded when we want girl, we got choices Me and my Lamar would rob a nigga for his JordansĪnd flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix I used to roam around the town when I was homeless I was broken, I was broke, I was so broke Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems She tried to take a selfie at my grandmas funeral The Weeknd performed a 'Starboy: Legend of the Fall' tour concert at The Forum in Inglewood, California on Saturday night (April 29th) and the Canadian crooner had a big surprise in store for this. The song was written by Abel Tesfaye, Kanye West, Christopher Pope, Carlo Montagnese, Carl Marshall and Robert Holmes. My cousin said I made it big and it's unusual About Tell Your Friends 'Tell Your Friends' is a song by Canadian singer The Weeknd, from his second studio album Beauty Behind the Madness (2015). Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, sipping XO When I had no crib I guess you call that shit I've been through I'm just trynna live life through a new lensĭriving by the streets I used to walk through I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killingĪnd I miss my city man it's been a minuteĬruise through the west-end in my new Benz
I'm still rocking camo, I still roll with shooters Talking about the racks that we be gettingĭon't believe the rumours bitch, I'm still a user I think these hounds deserve another fixin' Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, living life, so true Go tell them what you know, what you seen I'm never rocking white, I'm like a racistĭo an ounce get some dick, tell your friends about it Nobody stopping us, cause we been destined I do shit how I want, don't need no blessing We are not the same I am too reckless I'm not tryna go in that direction These niggas they been doing too much flexing And they’re about to call the wrong attention And I ain't got no patience, no more testing I do shit how I want, don't need no blessing XO niggas ain't nothing to mess with Nobody stopping us, oh no we're destined And everybody around you is so basic I'm never rocking white, I'm like a racist I don't drink my liquor with a chasin' And money is the only thing I'm chasin' And some dope dimes on some coke lines Give me head all night, cum four times Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound Do an ounce, get some dick Tell her friends about it Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell them what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I did it on the low Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell them what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I be off that coke Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it I'm that nigga with the hair Singing 'bout popping pills, fucking bitches, living life so trill Last year I did all the politicin' This year I'm all focused on the vision I think these hoes deserve another fixing I’m talking about the ones from the beginning Don't believe the rumours bitch, I'm still a user I'm still rocking camo and still roll with shooters I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killing I'mma spend it all on bitches And everybody fuckin, everybody fucking Pussy on the house, everybody fucking And I miss my city man it's been a minute M.I.A.These niggas they been doing too much flexingĪnd I ain't got no patience, no more testing