SICKO MODE (Radio Edit Version) – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo SICKO MODE (Radio Edit Version) Travis Scott Ecco il Testo SICKO MODE (Radio Edit Version) Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Astro' Yeah Sun is down, freezing cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know he don't know nothing else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Going on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode (Woo) made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you coming too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh She said, "Where we going?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together, I'm the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTime me out the blue Someone said Play-Play-Playing for keeps Someone said, motherf- Someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Not for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block) Made a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah) Pay the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), it's on sight (yeah) Nothing nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
SICKO MODE – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo SICKO MODE Travis Scott Ecco il Testo SICKO MODE Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Astro' Yeah Sun is down, freezing cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know he don't know nothing else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Going on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode (Woo) made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you coming too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh She said, "Where we going?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together, I'm the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTime me out the blue Someone said Play-Play-Playing for keeps Someone said, motherf- Someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Not for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block) Made a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah) Pay the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), it's on sight (yeah) Nothing nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix) – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix) Travis Scott Ecco il Testo SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix) Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Astro' Yeah Sun is down, freezing cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know he don't know nothing else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Going on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode (Woo) made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you coming too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh She said, "Where we going?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together, I'm the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTime me out the blue Someone said Play-Play-Playing for keeps Someone said, motherf- Someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Not for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block) Made a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah) Pay the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), it's on sight (yeah) Nothing nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
SICKO MODE (James Hype Remix) – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo SICKO MODE (James Hype Remix) Travis Scott Ecco il Testo SICKO MODE (James Hype Remix) Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Astro' Yeah Sun is down, freezing cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know he don't know nothing else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Going on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode (Woo) made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you coming too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh She said, "Where we going?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together, I'm the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTime me out the blue Someone said Play-Play-Playing for keeps Someone said, motherf- Someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Not for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block) Made a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah) Pay the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), it's on sight (yeah) Nothing nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
SICKO MODE (Guy Arthur Remix) – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo SICKO MODE (Guy Arthur Remix) Travis Scott Ecco il Testo SICKO MODE (Guy Arthur Remix) Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Astro' Yeah Sun is down, freezing cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know he don't know nothing else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Going on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode (Woo) made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you coming too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh She said, "Where we going?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together, I'm the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTime me out the blue Someone said Play-Play-Playing for keeps Someone said, motherf- Someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Not for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block) Made a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah) Pay the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), it's on sight (yeah) Nothing nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
SICKO MODE (ref. CyHi) – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo SICKO MODE (ref. CyHi) Travis Scott Ecco il Testo SICKO MODE (ref. CyHi) Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Astro' Yeah Sun is down, freezing cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know he don't know nothing else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Going on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode (Woo) made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you coming too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh She said, "Where we going?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together, I'm the glue Someone said Shorty FaceTime me out the blue Someone said Play-Play-Playing for keeps Someone said, motherf- Someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Not for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block) Made a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah) Pay the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), it's on sight (yeah) Nothing nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land Had me out like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light (like a light) Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah Shorty in the back She said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
MELTDOWN – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo MELTDOWN Travis Scott Ecco il Testo MELTDOWN Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Yeah Tensions is definitely rising T'd up right now T time, T time T time, T time, T time Teatime like I got a cup of this shit Tee time like golf at a quarter to six I'd love to fuck on a regular bitch Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit You talk to the cops on some therapist shit You act like you love this American shit But, really, the truth is you scared of the six Yeah, you scared of the six Yeah, you scared of the six Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke Now you wanna go and inherit that shit Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit The weapons we got are some terrorist shit Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit She askin' for bread for her parents and shit I told her, "I don't got no cash", and she said she gon' wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit I pull out a million and stare at the shit My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit My schedule is out, come spin us, for real Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit You lucky that Vogue was suing, 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (ah) And they scared of the seven (seven) After one-three then we turn up eleven (yeah) Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (it's lit) Me at the house, I got seven in heaven They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit She inching my way and she started confessing I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey" Connect collect calls right off of the celly Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli I got the juice, now it's heavy (juice) Always on t-time, been ready (t, ah), yeah Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned, let's go) Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (wrap, cheese, wrap) Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (vs) Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (nah) Is you fucking crazy? (what?) Is you fucking crazy? (nah, nah) Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fuckin'— Is you fuckin'— Is you fucking crazy? I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (couple, maybe) Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (fuck Mercedes) I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (have the baby) I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (in Walmart) Your boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (woo) Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (woo) Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (tuck it, tuck it) Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (ooh) Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (fuckin' crazy) Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (straight up) Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (nah, nah, nah) We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (it's lit) Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (blickey, blickey, blickey) She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh?, Huh?, Huh?, Huh?) Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? Yeah Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fuckin'— Is you fuckin'— Is you fucking crazy?
SIRENS – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo SIRENS Travis Scott Ecco il Testo SIRENS Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Every night, I look up in the sky And the stars are all there But when I look for you, you're never there Explorer, are you out there,there, there, there We had to spread out the word (mm) I was too damn determined, back when we needed refurbish I was on top with no service, watch as they all playin' verses They in the bushes, they lurkin', might gotta call the insurgents She wanna fuck with a purpose, I gotta juggle my urges Gotta couple departments, closet built like a department Double up cup of the Bourbon how I give all of my sermons Yeah, we still (still) do things down to detail Diva and the Devil, both them bad as He-ell They get quiet when he yell (he yell) Can't silent my people You locked in the prequel, meet me at the festie-viel (viel) Festie-vial (vial) Foo, foo Now I got your attention (look out), it's wide and beatin' (look out) Vile this evenin' (look out), you never leavin' (look, look, look, look, look, Look) Clock out, we sneak in (look, look, look, look, Look) All the demons need a reason (out) Up from 2am to two in the afternoon (look out) It's a festival right in my room (look out) Soon as the Sun up, you know that we doom (look out) Mariposa, we out to Cancun (look out) We gon' hustle more just before we out the room (look out) Back outside, it ain't no time for zoom's (look out) One point two, that's a whole lot of more Vroom (look out) Three point two, that's a whole lot of whole lotta (look out) It's live, remember days that I couldn't get by There outside, they come with it inside, now Now your venue, we gotta resize I can't give all this credit to Colgate By the way I be rentin' the smile (look out, look out) I know sometimes I be in denial (look out, look out) I know sometimes I be in the wild (look out, look out) How I rockin' the, rockin' the, ah I thought we were going to 'utopia What makes you say this isn't 'utopia I mean, I don't know, isn't it supposed to be some perfect destination This is just your hotel room Yeah, it looks perfect to me
MELTDOWN (Instrumental) – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo MELTDOWN (Instrumental) Travis Scott Ecco il Testo MELTDOWN (Instrumental) Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Yeah Tensions is definitely rising T'd up right now T time, T time T time, T time, T time Teatime like I got a cup of this shit Tee time like golf at a quarter to six I'd love to fuck on a regular bitch Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit You talk to the cops on some therapist shit You act like you love this American shit But, really, the truth is you scared of the six Yeah, you scared of the six Yeah, you scared of the six Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke Now you wanna go and inherit that shit Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit The weapons we got are some terrorist shit Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit She askin' for bread for her parents and shit I told her, "I don't got no cash", and she said she gon' wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit I pull out a million and stare at the shit My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit My schedule is out, come spin us, for real Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit You lucky that Vogue was suing, 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (ah) And they scared of the seven (seven) After one-three then we turn up eleven (yeah) Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (it's lit) Me at the house, I got seven in heaven They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit She inching my way and she started confessing I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey" Connect collect calls right off of the celly Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli I got the juice, now it's heavy (juice) Always on t-time, been ready (t, ah), yeah Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned, let's go) Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (wrap, cheese, wrap) Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (vs) Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (nah) Is you fucking crazy? (what?) Is you fucking crazy? (nah, nah) Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fuckin'— Is you fuckin'— Is you fucking crazy? I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (couple, maybe) Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (fuck Mercedes) I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (have the baby) I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (in Walmart) Your boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (woo) Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (woo) Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (tuck it, tuck it) Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (ooh) Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (fuckin' crazy) Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (straight up) Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (nah, nah, nah) We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (it's lit) Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (blickey, blickey, blickey) She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh?, Huh?, Huh?, Huh?) Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy? Uh Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? Yeah Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fuckin'— Is you fuckin'— Is you fucking crazy?
Maria I’m Drunk – Travis Scott (Testo)
Testo Maria I’m Drunk Travis Scott Ecco il Testo Maria I’m Drunk Travis Scott, la nuova canzone di Travis Scott. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Made it to L.A., yeah Finally in L.A., yeah Lookin' for the weed though Tryna make my own dough Callin' for Maria Lost without Maria Might dive in the marina So trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I don't mind Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I don't mind Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Yeah, I don't mind Travis Scott You know, ooh Thugger Thugger, nigga (ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (let's get drunk, ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk, hey) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk, get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk, ooh Twelve more hours left for us in a day (call your friends and let's get drunk) I've been drinkin' all day, I've been floatin' all day (ayy, ooh) (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Bring your ass over here now You know where, how I stay I've been gone for some time now (Yeah) I just want a lil' taste Mix, mix, pour (lean, lean) (call your friends and let's get drunk) Drinkin', sippin' slow (slow it down, bae) (call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Drink so cold now, froze Froze (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Froze (sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) Come on over, get drunk Damn, girl, I be up late If you want, you can meet me at the studio (you can meet me at the studio) (Call your friends and let's get drunk) Yeah, I've been drinkin' all night (hey, ooh) Take a shot, all we got is Don Julio (all we got is Don Julio) (Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Yeah, I'm guessin' this is new to you Thinkin' 'bout all the things that I would do to you Them lips on fire and them hips don't lie (yeah, uh) Girl, I just wanna see what that booty do (damn right) Let's lose each other's mind (ah-ah) Let's make each other's night (ah-ah) Take advantage of time While we both intertwined (slow it down, bae) Girl, I want you on the rocks, no chaser (oh, no) Be sure to drink it all, won't waste ya (oh, no, pfft) I know you stay sober (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm sure a few drinks won't faze you (sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) Call your friends, let's get drunk (hol' up) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk, yeah Press lil' mama for weed, and she did it for free (call your friends and let's get drunk) Yeah, that thing wet, baby, I need skis (call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy) Skrrt, yeah, I need a ski Yeah, oh (ayy) From the back, pull her track (ayy) Then I'ma speed race in that (skrrt) My mama still got my back (ayy) Pull down your pants, I want crack (yeah) I'm growing weed, this ain't trees, bitch My bitch brown like Hennessy, bitch Big blood like Freddy in dreams, bitch Dressed in a tie like the Dean, bitch Drunk and in love with my baby Baby, do not go fast, go slow, wait (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Tell me, tell me information, I got rank (tell me) Let's take a shot together then lay up like planks (ayy, ayy) Never ever do I wanna leave my lil' lady (ayy) Catch 'em down bad, now they gotta plan 'fore that boy wake (yeah) Told God if I get an iced out watch, I won't be late (I promise) Every time I try to stick it in all the way Baby girl be like, "Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy" (haha) "Ayy, ayy" Call your friends, let's get drunk (let's get drunk, ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (ayy) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk (call your friends and let's get drunk) Call your friends, let's get drunk Call your friends and let's get drunk Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy