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Travis Scott

Genres: Hip-Hop

Can't Say Lyrics - Travis Scott

No you can't say if I'm mad or not 

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol 

Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off 

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out 

What would you do if you had it? 

I got it going on 

I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip 

Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed 

I'm out my mind, yea I'm high above the rim 

You cop it live, boy I got in on film 

 

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You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real 

Drink your real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel 

Gotta take a long drive up the hill 

Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals 

I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft 

Chicago baby she just wanna drill 

The vibes so wavy, it's too hard to kill 

Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real 

 

No you can't say if I'm mad or not 

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol 

Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off 

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out 

What would you do if you had it? 

I got it, burned it all 

I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip 

Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed 

I'm out my mind, yea I'm high above the rim 

You cop it live, boy I got in on film 

 

Must be cautious, told the lil hoes I'm all in 

Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin' 

You know I hit in the morning, oh and she yawning 

I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit be nothing 

Oh then I hit you cousin, mhm, no no discussion 

Sipping on lean, on Robotussin 

Oh yea I know yo' love me, I mean it ain't no cuddling 

You down bad, you suffering 

I don't give a fuck how hard it get 

That lil bitch know I started this 

Uh huh, oh yea 

Get to the cash, no layup 

Spend a bitch bag, Rodeo 

Some may ride for the frist time 

Hoes come through just to touch us 

Ima tell the truth like Usher 

You already know how I bust her 

Slang my chop from Russia 

 

I'mma swang, and a swang, and a swang to the left 

Pop, pop my trunk 

Dip, dip, dip, dip 

I'mma swang, and a swang, and a swang to the left 

Pop, pop my trunk 

Dip 

 

No you can't say if I'm mad or not 

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol 

Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off 

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out 

What would you do if you had it? 

I got it going on 

I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip 

Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed 

I'm out my mind, yea I'm high above the rim 

You cop it live, boy I got in on film 

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