متن آهنگ Stuff (feat. Travis Scott) از Travis Scott

متن آهنگ Stuff (feat. Travis Scott) از Travis Scott

36, zero waist Yeah Yeah Eight by eight, 36, zero waist Me-on-three, my type of date All this stuff, I might be late (it's lit) All this stuff, a eight by eight (straight up) Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (it's stuff) Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (it's stuff, whoo) 200 hoes, 30 black trucks All of us known for puttin' on that stuff I let her go, ain't no handcuffs I get a hard on when them bands come These niggas too loose, need to tighten up Took her to Hermès, got her items up Boy, they done fucked up and let Spider home Free the guys down the road, gotta hide the phone Got my name from the street, not a microphone Ain't no sleep, she on two, I took Adderall Niggas act like they us, but they not at all Copped the baddest shit out, we forgot the car I put diamonds in my teeth like I'm Paul Wall Pretty titties, her whole body so soft Hold the back of her head 'til her jaws lock I don't care what he do, he a cornball Extra layers, I'm dressin', I'm Stiff Gang I'm the real one, two million on pinky ring Come through pimpin' like Pinky without the cane Niggas thinkin' they hot, but they Eddy Cane I've been puttin' on this stuff since my baby frame Walk around with a dollar, that's pocket change Niggas think that you smart 'til you knock his brain I done Brabus'd the Rover like I'm La Flame Me and Ski tryna see who the colder shit If I see her with bro, I don't know the bitch Extra stuff every time, extra stuff every time Extra stuff every time when I'm steppin' out Put on stuff every time, put on stuff every time Put on stuff every time when I'm steppin' out Eight by eight, 36, zero waist Me-on-three, my type of date All this stuff, I might be late (it's lit) All this stuff, a eight by eight (straight up) Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (it's stuff) Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (it's stuff, whoo) Breakin' the nine, inside the spot, you know three of 'em mine Live like 1 OAK, it ain't one of a kind, three of a kind Put on my ice, now all three of 'em blind I put grease in my soda, I'm tryna get fried She rockin' that outfit, she tryna get hired Rubbers on rubbers, I never get tired Bought her that ice and I know she still lyin' Bought number one on the plane 'cause she fly Bought number two a new whip, she got drive Bought number three of new Guc', she suck dick (she suck-) Bought number four and new stick 'cause she fire Bought number five Chanel 5 No. 5, No. 5, No. 5, No. 5, No. 5 Yeah, one at a time, yeah (one of a kind) Yeah, yeah, bring 'em all, all, all of 'em Yeah (whoo) Eight by eight, 36, zero waist Me-on-three, my type of date All this stuff, I might be late (it's lit) All this stuff, a eight by eight (straight up) Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (it's stuff) Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (it's stuff, whoo) Ooh ♪