The Party & the After Party
The Weeknd Lyrics


I understand, your body wants it
I know your thoughts, oh you bout it, bout it
You're a big girl and it's your world
And I'ma let you do it how you wanna
Girl, now ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit it
Don't be shy wit it, I'll supply wit 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 bag, 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 come to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please

Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them 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
Ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know, I know you wanna, wit it
Don't be shy wit it, I'll supply wit it
I gotchu, girl, oh, I got it, girl

With your Louis V. bag, tats on ya arms
High heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
I got what you need
Girl, I got your bag, 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 come to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please

Ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know
I know you wanna line wit it
Don't be shy wit it
I'll supply wit it
I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl
Won't you line wit it, line wit it
I know you know
I know you wanna
I got you girl
Oh, I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl
Oh, I got it girl

I think I'm fuckin' gone, rollin' on this floor
Messin' up your carpet
I'll get on it after four more
Sessions of the strong on your floor
Shoulda fuckin' rolled, but I fuckin' pulled
Feelin' like a billion bucks before
I walked through this door
When I walked through your door
Can't believe I made it
But I made it that's for sure
For sure
Your lovin'
I need more
I need yours
She ain't lookin' for that unconditional
What the fuck these bitches on?
They want what I'm sittin' on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
Fuck it
I'll be sippin' on this, baby livin' off bliss
Got me drownin' in your love
Got me drownin' in the mist
Gimme right attention
Or I'll start drownin' from my wrist

Baby, if you knew
The feelin' I would give to you
You, you
Oh you
'Cause I got it girl
Oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Whoa you
Oh you
Whoa 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 Rudolph
She'll probably O.D. before I show her to momma
All these girls try to tell me she got no love
But all these girls never ever got her blow job
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops, then I might get violent
No call is worth stoppin'
So, momma please stop callin'
We can play all night
It just takes one night
To let me fuckin' prove
This feelin' I would give to you

You, you
Whoa you
Oh I got it girl
Yea, I got it girl
With me, with me, with me
Oh you
Oh you
Oh you
Oh I got it girl
Yea, I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh I got it girl

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Rainer Millar Blanchaer
Written by: Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand, Blanchaer Marcel Rainer Millar, Jeremy Peter Rose, Alex Kristian Scally, Abel Tesfaye

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Joaquin Reyes

I understand, your body wants it
I know your thoughts, oh you bout it, bout it
You're a big girl and it's your world
And I'ma let you do it how you wanna
Girl, now ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit it
Don't be shy wit it, I'll supply wit 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 bag, 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 come to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please
Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them 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
Ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know, I know you wanna, wit it
Don't be shy wit it, I'll supply wit it
I gotchu, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V. bag, tats on ya arms
High heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
I got what you need
Girl, I got your bag, 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 come to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please
Ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know
I know you wanna line wit it
Don't be shy wit it
I'll supply wit it
I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl
Won't you line wit it, line wit it
I know you know
I know you wanna
I got you girl
Oh, I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl
Oh, I got it girl
I think I'm fuckin' gone, rollin' on this floor
Messin' up your carpet
I'll get on it after four more
Sessions of the strong on your floor
Shoulda fuckin' rolled, but I fuckin' pulled
Feelin' like a billion bucks before
I walked through this door
When I walked through your door
Can't believe I made it
But I made it that's for sure
For sure
Your lovin'
I need more
I need yours
She ain't lookin' for that unconditional
What the fuck these bitches on?
They want what I'm sittin' on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
Fuck it
I'll be sippin' on this, baby livin' off bliss
Got me drownin' in your love
Got me drownin' in the mist
Gimme right attention
Or I'll start drownin' from my wrist
Baby, if you knew
The feelin' I would give to you
You, you
Oh you
'Cause I got it girl
Oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Whoa you
Oh you
Whoa 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 Rudolph
She'll probably O.D. before I show her to momma
All these girls try to tell me she got no love
But all these girls never ever got her blow job
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops, then I might get violent
No call is worth stoppin'
So, momma please stop callin'
We can play all night
It just takes one night
To let me fuckin' prove
This feelin' I would give to you
You, you
Whoa you
Oh I got it girl
Yea, I got it girl
With me, with me, with me
Oh you
Oh you
Oh you
Oh I got it girl
Yea, I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh I got it girl



Davy Anilhaq

[Part I: The Party]

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I understand, your body wants it
I know your thoughts, oh you 'bout it, 'bout it
You're a big girl, and it's your world
And imma let you do it how you (wanna, girl, I'll)

[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
Ride with it, ride with it
I know you know, I know you wanna ride with it
Don't be shy with it, I'll 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 bag, 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

[Chorus: Beach House & The Weeknd]
You always come to the parties (Ohh, ohh)
To pluck the feathers off all the birds (Ohh)
You always come to the parties
Ride, ride
On your knees
I will not beg you, please

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them 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

[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
Ride with it it, ride with it
I know you know, I know you wanna sniff with it
Don't be shy with it, I'll supply with it
I got you, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V. bag, tats on ya arms
High heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
I got what you need
Girl, I got your bag, 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

[Chorus: Beach House & The Weeknd]
You always come to the parties (Ohh)
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please
I will not, I will not, I will not
I will not, I will not
I will not, I will not

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
Ride with it, ride with it
I know you know
I know you wanna line with it
Don't be shy with it
I'll supply with it
I got you, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
Don't you lie with it (lie)
Lie with it (lie)
I know you know
I know you wanna (wanna, wanna, wanna)
Ooh (Ooh)
Ooh (Ooh)
I got you girl
Oh, I got you girl
Ooh
Oh, I got it girl
Oh, I got it girl


[Part II: The After Party]

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I think I'm fucking gone, rolling on this floor
Messing up your carpet
I'll get on it after four more
Sessions of the strong on your floor
Should have fucking rolled, but I fucking pulled
Feeling like a million bucks before
I walked through this door
When I walked through your door
Can't believe I made it
But I made it that's for sure
For sure
Your loving
I need more
I need yours
She ain't looking for that unconditional
What the fuck these bitches on?
They want what I'm sitting on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
Fuck it
I'll be sipping on this, baby, living off bliss
Got me drowning in your love
Got me drowning in the mist
Gimme right attention
Or I'll start drowning from my wrist
Baby, if you knew
The feeli'g I would give to

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
You
Oh, you
You
Oh, you
Cause I got it, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
With me
With me
Whoa, you
Whoa, you
Whoa, you
Whoa, you
Oh, I got it, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
With me, with me

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
I, I got a brand new girl
Call her Rudolph
She'll probably O.D. before I show her to momma
All these girls try to tell me she got no love
But all these girls never ever got her blowjob
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops, then I might get violent
No call is worth stopping
So, momma please stop calling
We can play all night
It just takes one night
To let me fucking prove
This feeli'g I would give to

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
You
Oh, you
You
Oh, you
Oh, I got it, girl
Well, I got it, girl
With me, with me
With me
Whoa, you
Whoa, you
Whoa, you
Oh, I got it, girl
Yeah, I got it, girl
With me, with me

[Outro: The Weeknd]
Oh, ooh
Oh, ooh
Oh, I got it, girl



Giovani Ventrue

I understand, your body wants it
I know your thoughts, oh you bout it, bout it
You're a big girl and it's your world
And I'ma let you do it how you wanna
Girl, now ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit it
Don't be shy wit it, I'll supply wit 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 bag, 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 come to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please

Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them 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
Ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know, I know you wanna, wit it
Don't be shy wit it, I'll supply wit it
I gotchu, girl, oh, I got it, girl

With your Louis V. bag, tats on ya arms
High heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
I got what you need
Girl, I got your bag, 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 come to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please

Ride wit it, ride wit it
I know you know
I know you wanna line wit it
Don't be shy wit it
I'll supply wit it
I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl
Won't you line wit it, line wit it
I know you know
I know you wanna
I got you girl
Oh, I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl
Oh, I got it girl

I think I'm fuckin' gone, rollin' on this floor
Messin' up your carpet
I'll get on it after four more
Sessions of the strong on your floor
Shoulda fuckin' rolled, but I fuckin' pulled
Feelin' like a billion bucks before
I walked through this door
When I walked through your door
Can't believe I made it
But I made it that's for sure
For sure
Your lovin'
I need more
I need yours
She ain't lookin' for that unconditional
What the fuck these bitches on?
They want what I'm sittin' on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
Fuck it
I'll be sippin' on this, baby livin' off bliss
Got me drownin' in your love
Got me drownin' in the mist
Gimme right attention
Or I'll start drownin' from my wrist

Baby, if you knew
The feelin' I would give to you
You, you
Oh you
'Cause I got it girl
Oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Whoa you
Oh you
Whoa 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 Rudolph
She'll probably O.D. before I show her to momma
All these girls try to tell me she got no love
But all these girls never ever got her blow job
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops, then I might get violent
No call is worth stoppin'
So, momma please stop callin'
We can play all night
It just takes one night
To let me fuckin' prove
This feelin' I would give to you

You, you
Whoa you
Oh I got it girl
Yea, I got it girl
With me, with me, with me
Oh you
Oh you
Oh you
Oh I got it girl
Yea, I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh I got it girl

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Brown G

Only the few real ones here

Nuria Ruiz Diaz

✨✨

Ayush Ghosh

Sorry i came in late but I'd like to be a part of the real ones

Benny boy does everything

Neva left

stuart Perez

Nah only a few real lit ass niggaha on their job that stand above the crowd

Eddie Reacts

Fuck you bitch

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Trilogy was a total masterpiece

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❤️this is so true, this is the album that is timeless!!!

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Was? *IS*

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