Travis Scott - MELTDOWN (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Travis Scott - MELTDOWN (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
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 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
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 could 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 Jeffery"
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 fuckin'
Is you fucking crazy?
How many Texas boys done 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)
The 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 or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Yeah
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