Travis Scott - CONTEST (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Travis Scott - CONTEST (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
Lotta shit on my conscience
I've been winnin' my whole life,
it ain't no contest (Bitch)
Judgin' by your first impression,
bitch, I'm not impressed (Bitch)
I don't do no second chances, you
can try your best (Bitch)
If you know me, we do headshots,
we don't try on vests (Bitch)
Ayy, bitch, I'm courtside, can
hit the ref with a tech
Lambo door suicide, she
get blessed if we mesh
Got your bitch mortified
'cause I left after sex
Man, that ho yours and mine, had
to call gang, told him catch
Bitch, I'm antisocial, don't
be talkin' (Talkin')
You a target, spin your block
and park it (Bah, yeah)
Sippin' all this codеine,
don't be coughin' (Ugh)
Move with caution, coronеr gon'
chalk it (Straight up)
I been winnin' my whole life,
it ain't no contest ('Test)
Judgin' by your first impression, bitch,
I'm not impressed (Impressed)
My lil' fine shit bad as fuck,
face, ass, breasts (Breasts)
I just paid a million for some
shit I gotta test (Skrrt)
Yeah, I know they fiendin'
still, but I got the fix
And you know it's never chill
when I'm out the mix
We been runnin' lobbies, still
floodin' out the pit
Puttin' this shit on, gettin' too
real, my bitch takin' pics
I seen ghetto feed inspire stilettos,
I'm tryna get my medal
Young Jacques out the Meadow,
came up off of riddles
Tryna show my seed some little,
epic dad he kin to
All my dogs are winners
and they keep a fiddle
I've been winnin' my whole
life, it ain't no contest
Judgin' by your first impression,
bitch, I'm not impressed
I don't do no second chances,
you can try your best
If you know me, we do headshots,
we don't try on vests
I'm sittin' courtside, can
hit the ref with a tech
Got your bitch mortified because
I left after sex
Woo (Catch)
Let's go (Catch), yeah
Woo (Catch), yeah
Yeah (Catch), let's go
Ran up bands, it's not a contest
Couple bags, I ran up a check
(Yeah, yeah, skrrt)
That's some shit that you gotta
respect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don't do the shit that
you expect (Yeah)
Hop in the 'Rari, then
I fuck up the street
Diamonds on fleek and
my lil' bitch elite
When we pull up, we gon'
make 'em retreat
We 'bout to go animal,
'bout to go beast
Uh, you know they take
out the bank, huh
Fuck 'round and pop out a tank, yeah
You know my gas, it be dank, uh
I might just fuck 'round
and blank (Woah)
I don't see nothin' but that pape',
I gotta get it up (Yeah)
Told her, "As soon as I land, I
need you to eat me up" (Yeah)
In this black truck, you can't see,
I got the windows up (Yeah)
Told the driver hit the gas,
I almost spilled my cup
I've been winnin' all my life,
it ain't no contest
Man, that bitch yours and mine, had
to call gang, told him catch
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