Travis Scott - XX (Prod. by Lex Luger) | Текст песни

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• Travis Scott
• XX (Prod. by Lex Luger)

[Verse 1]
Wake me up in the morning
Versace out with this gold on
We roll around in 'em ponies
205 in your hometown, and you know this
Big medallions I keep it stylish you ain't notice
Put you down on my Brodus
This that Paris flow,
100 digits no area codes
Hanging out in them white streets
All black where the hipsters go
Everybody here choking
Serious rap, your serious raps: too focused
Stressin' out while we coolin' out

[Hook]
Big buds, brussel sprouts
Big boobs, let 'em out
Chillin' homie my chain heavy
Might as well let your dogs out
Rottweilers, Great Danes
Smart bitch, dumb brain
Flip the bird, hit the swerve
Somehow niggas done missed the curve

[Verse 2]
Boss shit, too fresh to go floss it
Too cold for Jack Frost, bitch
Throw one up in that mosh pit
Tony got this bitch choking
Fifty two in that Hoover Benz, and we lurkin'
Suicide, and they pokin'
This that dentist flow, organic Arsenio
Chillin' out in them white streets
All black where the hipsters go
Everybody in here floatin'
Serious Wapanese, all them Japanese holdin'

[Hook 2]
Big buds, brussel sprouts
Big boobs, let 'em out
Four chains, let 'em hang
Golden egg in my pinky ring
Might as well let them dogs out
Rottweilers, Great Danes
Smart bitch, dumb brain
Flip the bird, hit the swerve
Somehow niggas done missed the curve