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Lyrics of Travis Scott - SICKO MODE ft. Drake { LYRICS }



Travis Scott - SICKO MODE ft. Drake


ASTROWORLD OUT NOW http://travisscott.com Directors: Dave Meyers and Travis Scott Producers: Nathan Scherrer for Freenjoy, inc, Sam Lecca Travis Scott online: https://twitter.com/trvisXX https://www.instagram.com/travisscott/ https://soundcloud.com/travisscott-2 https://www.facebook.com/travisscottl... https://travisscott.com/ Epic / Cactus Jack (c) 2018 Epic Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment. With Cactus Jack and Grand Hustle.

Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Gone on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode [Travis Scott] Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (Gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had to Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose [Juicy J, Swae Lee & Travis Scott] Some-some-some, someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah) [Travis Scott & Swae Lee] This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these 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 comin' too In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (Don't stop, pop that pussy!) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh) She said: Where we goin'? I said: The moon We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said) Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue [Juicy J & Swae Lee] Someone said P-playin' for keeps Someone said motherf- what someone said Don't play us for weak [Drake, Lil Juice & Travis Scott] Yeah Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ay, ay [Drake & Travis Scott] She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man This shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right) Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?) Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man) Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you 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'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lindsey, I be spending Folie's Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!) I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, like a light Like a light, like a light Like a light (yeah), like a light Like a light [Travis Scott] Yeah, pass the dawgs in celly Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said: Keep that on lock I said: You know this shit, it’s life, yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm 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, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah This how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah Just check the foots, yeah Passes to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah


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