SHYNE (Explicit)

SHYNE (Explicit) - Travis Scott

Lyrics by：Jacques Webster

Composed by：Jacques Webster

First time I went to Memphis

They had I think it was a two story club

Only the downstairs was open and we lookin' down and

It was a moshpit yeah

Vybz Kartel a talk

A 'member where I heard say "Cactus Jack"

'Member some boy walk

A we run the bomboclaat black

Shine shine

Shine What? What?

Mm what?

Ayy ayy

Shine what?

Shine what?

Shine ayy

Shine what?

Ah ayy

Woah

I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock makin' rock

At the shared block block not the Fairmont 'mont

Took some Dade County hoes to the Caribbean

And they twins and they thicker than the Clermonts

On a John Deere tractor playin' head hunt skrrt skrrt

Tom Cruise **** your catch I do my own stunts

Three 6 a gangsta boo she took a whole blunt

It's lit

This is that type of party yay party

Ayy hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers

I still think a bustdown flyer though I bought it plain flyer

On this side it's never dry though it barely rains dry

I be lookin' at the flames like we can do some things

It's lit

Burn baby burn DJ table turns burn

You see the blunts in the ashtray that's every opp we earned yeah

Ass fat ain't got no panties on I ain't got no words uh

Gold wing Mercedes Benz way I switch and swerve skrrt

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Swoop it down

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Wobbling wiggling

Woah swing

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Swoop it down

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GloRilla

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Wobbling wiggling

On gang gang

Woah swing

On on gang

Gotta book those seats for a nice ass fee need me some D

So I had to go to Canada first

He nutted

I swerved them kids so fast had to **** around put out an Amber alert

It's five a.m. ***** I'm up in the gym

But a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work

The ****?

Word on the street I'm the ***** with the heat

You wouldn't even believe what I charge for a verse

Woah-oh workin' hard I'm grindin' hey

Woah-oh diamonds hittin' I'm shinin' who

Gangsta ***** for real these hoes on these beats just rhyming

Weak a

All my all my opps be dyin' yup

All my all my friends be lyin'

For sure

Havin' flashbacks when I was just ridin' that dick

Namn near had forgot I was driving damn

Don't ask me 'bout no ho I used to **** with

I ain't got nothin' to say

My only regret is being too young to **** Matthew McConaughey

On gang hrrt

Yeah ***** Matthew McConaughey

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Wobbling wiggling

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Swoop it down

Wobbling wiggling

Wobbling wiggling

Wobbling wiggling

Wobbling wiggling

Woah swing

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Swoop it down

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Wobbling wiggling

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Wobbling wiggling

Woah swing

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