Travis Scott - Sicko Mode Ft. Drake Download
Travis Scott Sicko Way (feat. Drake)
- Жанр: Новинки, Рэп, R&B, Trap, Хип-Хоп, Зарубежные
- Дата релиза: 3 августа 2018
- Формат: mp3
- Размер: 11.99 Mb
- Длительность: five:12
- Качество: 320 kbps
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Текст песни Travis Scott - Sicko Mode (feat. Drake)
[Function I]
Intro:
Astro, yeah
Verse-1:
Sun is downwardly, freezin' cold
That's how we already know wintertime'due south here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That'due south just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to prove 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, aye, yeah
Gone on you with the option and roll
Immature LaFlame, he in sicko mode
[Office 2]
Poetry-2:
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they become me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that'south Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull upwardly give me the loot (gimme the boodle!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my former town to duck the news
Ii-four 60 minutes on lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I only landed in, Hunt B mixes pop similar Jamba Juice
Unlike colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', human being, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Bridge:
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in besides deep
Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, nosotros all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play u.s. for weak
Verse-three:
This shit mode too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacy Dash, near these of girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the booch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her "hop in, you lot comin' besides"
In the 305, bitches treat me similar I'one thousand Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it'southward just a roof
She said "where nosotros goin'?" I said "the moon"
We ain't even brand it to the room
She idea it was the ocean, it'south just the pool
Now I got her open, it'southward just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
(Someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Bridge:
(Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playin' for keeps, don't play united states for weak
[Office 3]
Intro:
Aye
Astro
Yeah, yes
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ay, ay
Chorus:
She's in love with who I am
Back in loftier school, I used to bust it to the dance (yes)
Now I striking that epioo with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a lite, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yep
Like a light, ayy
Verse-4:
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the dark, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double chamber, human being
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (downward the cake)
Made a right (yeah, correct)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?)
Paid the price (yeah)
Niggas remember it's sugariness (nah, nah)
It'south on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' dainty (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I similar (yeah), that's what we similar (yeah)
Lost my respect, y'all not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'thou Book (ayy)
Wet like I'chiliad Lindsey, I exist spending Folie'southward
Circle blocks 'til I'm giddy (yep, what?)
Similar where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No ane seen him (aye, yeah)
I'k tryna clean 'em (yeah)
Chorus:
She's in dear with who I am
Back in high schoolhouse, I used to bust it to the dance
At present I hit the fbo with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I country
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (yeah, like a light)
Like a calorie-free
Poetry-5:
Aye, pass the dawgs in celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said "go on that on lock"
I said "yous know this shit, it's life", yeah
It's absolute (yes), I'grand back reboot (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shorty in the back, she said she workin' on her glutes, yep (oh my God)
Own't past the book (yeah), this how it wait (aye)
'Bout a bank check (yeah), just check the foots (yeah)
Passes to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (aye)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
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