WHO? WHAT! 2018 Travis Scott
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Artis: Travis Scott

Album: ASTROWORLD

Waktu rilis: 03-08-2018

WHO? WHAT! (Explicit) - Travis Scott

Lyrics by:Jacques Webster/Ronald LaTour/Samuel Gloade/Quavious Marshall/Kirshnik Ball

Composed by:Jacques Webster/Ronald LaTour/Samuel Gloade/Quavious Marshall/Kirshnik Ball

Know what I'm saying know what I'm saying

Know what I'm saying

Heard they talkin' s**t 'bout I

Who what when and why who

I'm alive just took one to revive yeah

Keep that vibe when we show up and collide 'llide

Me and the guys move just like the F O I ooh

In the hills but still keep them ghetto ties hills

Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' ocean prime prime yeah

Know she keep an open mouth and open mind

I don't open up her door she open mine

I need less stress and I need more ties yeah

We on the jet quest mobbin' with the tribe yes

In the headrest one of 25 yes

Ain't seen the best yet

Open up your eyes yeah

One two three four five that's

The countdown 'til I slide slide

Pork and rinds how I grew up

On my side side eat it up

Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide nope

When s**t get tense we twist up and we get fried

I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent cash cash

At Christmas time it's no

Saint nick we got the Grinch

I smack that a*s she threw it back in self defense yeah

We took the crib flipped the backyard like it's the beach

We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak

Speak speak speak

All I know it was mo bamba on repeat

I don't think these things I took is helpin' me oh yeah

I could borrow some more

Had to guzzle the fours

Had to count up the os

Had to summon the hoes ay

Dodge the federal 12

I rolled through the light

Rollin' the dice ay

Rock on my ice all ice

Poppin' that gucci gucci gucci

This down and groovy

To get down get groovy

That b***h brown and choosey hey

Shawty in the supersonic yeah

Brand new la ferrari woo my b***h ride iconic

Yeah yeah

One two three four five that's the countdown 'til I slide slide

Pork and rinds how I grew up on my side

Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide

When s**t get tense we twist up and we get fried

Was born in the movie movie

Never make excuses no

It was time to move it time to move

It was God and the uzi God and the uzi

We were trained to use it hey

They were trained to use it train

Shoot you like cupid shoot

Hit your medulla yeah

Shoot at shoot at intruders yeah

Then shoot your producer

This s**t for the gang get banged

And f**k on the group she a groupie yeah

Left out when she choosey hmm

Big bankroll it's soothin' hmm

Pull up with the sticks in the

Sprinter bus I'm makin' them cuddle up

This not a movie

Yeah yeah

One two three four five that's the countdown 'til I slide slide

Pork and rinds how I grew up on my side

Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide

When s**t get tense we twist up and we get fried

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