Travis Scott - Watch (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Travis Scott - Watch (en) Lyrics
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Look at your Rollie,
look at my Rollie
That's a small face,
this a big face
She can't see my room, fuck
her in the hallway
Gettin' bored with this money,
count it all day
Yeah, they thought we were soft,
boy, you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin', turned
it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller,
and it's vanilla
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The rose gold one better,
hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed
the settin'
VVS diamonds, they pop
just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin' that Ricky and
Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it
cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie,
how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you
better check it, yeah
Yeah, look at your Rollie,
uh, look at my Rollie
She can't see my room, fuck
her in the hallway (yeah)
On the south side of town gettin'
me a bald fade (yeah)
Pass her some stuff, we can down
it all, take (it's lit)
No, can't trust her, she gon'
leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where's
Chase? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, they really want my soul (yeah),
that can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (white), always
leave me cold (ice)
Leave it on the floor (what?), but
she's slidin' from the pole
Really on speed (yeah, cash), you and
ivory is all I need (skrrt, skrrt)
All agreed, we gon' skip the tees,
go bare like trees (trees)
It's stuck in heat, link up with
the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin', I might start
my summer league (league)
Every young nigga get a
check and get a team
Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause
man's on his deen (yeah)
No small faces, it's just an
AP beamin' (yeah, yeah)
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my
shit hockey goalie
You should gon' hide it,
man, it's too bad
Like a bald nigga still
wearin' du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy, please be mindful
Don't have words with me 'cause
I got a mind filled
I could tell Larry David was
the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step
into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels?
I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she
know I'm on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy's
the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped,
Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year; it's Illuminati, next
year; it's the Sunken Place
They don't want me to change,
nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make
this drink, because
You don't understand the
juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real
drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that
don't drink, bitch
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