Watch (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Kanye West)

Travis Scott

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    [O'Shaunesy Harley]
    Because it's the last ride ever gonna
    That I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld
    Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Lil Uzi Vert]
    Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
    That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
    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 Rolls goin' 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

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    [Travis Scott]
    Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
    That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
    She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
    Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

    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)
    Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
    Yeah, they really want my soul, 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
    Like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Put it 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)

    [Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
    Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
    That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
    She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
    Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

    [Kanye West]
    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

    [Kylie Jenner]
    We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
    And I told him I needed him to bust me down in the

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    Composición: Kanye West, Lil Uzi Vert, Jordan Timothy Jenks y Jacques Berman Webster

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