Sicko Mode (clean|Complete version originally performed by Travis Scott feat. Juicy J, Swae Lee and Drake)-Various Artists

Sicko Mode (clean|Complete version originally performed by Travis Scott feat. Juicy J, Swae Lee and Drake)

时间:2018-09-01

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Sicko Mode (clean|Complete version originally performed by Travis Scott feat. Juicy J, Swae Lee and Drake) - Various Artists

Lyrics by:Tyrone Taylor/Tim Gomringer/Christopher George Latore Wallace/Khalif Malikibnsham Brown/Kirk Jones/Aubrey Drake Graham/Richard Finch/Kamaal Fareed/Malik Taylor/Michael Dean/Luke Khalif Brown/James Jackson/Harry Wayne Casey/Jacgues Webster/Ch

Composed by:Mirsad Dervic/Ozan Yildirim/John Hawkins/Osten Harvey/Trevor Smith/Chylow Parker/Brytavious Chambers/Cydel Young/Luther Campbell/Chauncey Hollis/Jr./Kevin Gomringer/Keith Elam/Fred Scruggs/Rogét Chahayed/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Brian Higgins

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

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 s**t way too big

When we pull up give me the loot

Gimme the loot

Was off the Remy had a 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

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

This s**t 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 h*es I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put

'Em all in a group

Hit my esés I need the bootch

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

Told her Hop in you comin' too

In the 305 b***hes treat me like I'm Uncle Luke

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 s**t together I'm the glue someone said

Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

Someone said Playin' for keeps

Someone said motherf**k what someone said

Don't play us for weak

Yeah

Astro

Yeah yeah

Ay ay

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 s**t 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

N***as 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 s**t wetty like I'm Sheck b***h

See the shots that I took ayy wet like I'm Book ayy

Wet like I'm Lizzie I be spinnin' Valley

Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy

Like where is he

No one seen him

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

Yeah passed the dawgs a celly

Sendin' texts ain't sendin' kites yeah

He said Keep that on lock

I said you know this s**t 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

Shawty 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

Pass this to my daughter I'ma show her what it took yeah

Baby mama cover Forbes got these other b***hes shook yeah

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